“We could give the money to her,” Bunny said.

“Oh, yes!” Sue agreed.  “She needs it.”

“Then we’ll have a lemonade stand,” decided Bunny.

Mrs. Brown said she did not mind if Bunny and Sue did this.  A number of the children in Bellemere had done this, at different times, and some of the larger boys and girls had made even as much as five dollars, giving the money to the church, or to the Sunday school.

“Of course you won’t make as much as that, Bunny,” his mother said, “but you may take in a few pennies, and it won’t do you any harm to sit in the shade and sell lemonade.”

“Will you buy some?” asked Sue.

“Oh, I guess so,” Mrs. Brown answered, smiling.

So she gave the children the ice, sugar and lemons, and they made a big pitcher of lemonade.  Bunny set up a box under a tree in front of the house, covering the box with a clean white cloth.  Then with the pitcher and glasses on a serving tray, he and Sue were ready for business.

“Lemonade!  Lemonade!” they called, just as had done the children in the story.  “Lemonade, in the shade, nice and cold, just fresh made!”

One man did stop and buy some.

“My, that’s good!” he said, as he finished the glass.  “How much is it?”

“A penny,” Bunny said.

“Oh, only a penny?  Why, that glass of lemonade was worth five cents anywhere!  It was just sweet enough, and just cold enough.  Here!” and the man laid a five cent piece down on the stand and walked off.

“Oh, isn’t that good!” cried Bunny, his eyes fairly dancing with joy as he looked at Sue.

“It’s just fine!” she answered.  “What a lot of money!”

But few were as generous as the kind man, and most of those who drank at the lemonade stand just laid down pennies.

Bunny and Sue had taken in quite a few pennies, and the pitcher was nearly empty of lemonade.

“I’ll go in and make more as soon as we sell it all,” Bunny said.

“We’ll have a lot of money for Old Miss Hollyhock,” observed Sue.  “She will be rich, then, won’t she, Bunny?”

“I guess sixteen cents isn’t rich.  But we did better than I thought we would.  Oh, look!” suddenly cried Bunny.  “There’s a dog, and some one has tied a tin can to his tail!”

Down the street, yelping and barking, came a small yellow dog, and, bounding after him, bumping about and scaring him, was a big, empty tin can, tied to the dog’s tail.

“Oh, Bunny!” cried Sue, “he’s coming right here.  He’ll upset our lemonade stand!”

“That’s what he will,” Bunny agreed.  “Hi, there!  Stop!  Go the other way!  Shoo!” he cried, waving his arms at the dog, while Sue took up the nearly empty lemonade pitcher.

On came the frightened dog, straight for the stand and the two children.

CHAPTER XVII

THE MOVING PICTURES