Just before supper Mrs. Brown needed something from the store.
"I'll go get it," offered Bunny. "I'll get it at Mrs. Golden's."
"I'll go with you," said Sue, and soon they were at the little corner
grocery.
"How are you to-day, Mrs. Golden?" asked Bunny, as the old woman was
getting the yeast cake he had been sent for.
"Oh, pretty well," she answered, with a cheery smile on her kind but
wrinkled face. "I'd like it if I wasn't so stiff, but then we can't have
all we want in this world."
"We played store in our barn to-day," said Sue, looking around at the
various shelves filled with many articles.
"Did you, dearie? That was nice. I guess it's easier to play store than
it is to keep one really," said Mrs. Golden.
"Oh, I'd like to keep store!" declared Bunny Brown. "Only, how do you
remember where everything is?" he asked. "There's such a lot of stuff!"
"Yes, there is," agreed Mrs. Golden. "And sometimes I forget. But I'm
getting old, I reckon. There's your yeast cake. Now run along, and be
careful when you cross the street.
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