And, from what I hear,
Mrs. Golden needs help. Her son works, but does not earn much, and she
can't make a very good living from so small a store. We must buy what we
can from her."
"Trust the children for that!" laughed Mary. "They'd run there all the
while if we'd let them. Bunny was telling me Mrs. Golden had something
the matter with one of her legs."
"Oh, no. He said she expected a legacy," explained Mrs. Brown. "That
means she hopes to get a little property or some money from a relative
who has died."
"Oh, I thought it was her legs, poor old lady!" said Mary. "Rheumatism,
or something like that."
"Mrs. Golden isn't very well able to get around," admitted Mrs. Brown.
"But that has nothing to do with a legacy."
Bunny and Sue drove up to the door of the little corner store.
"My, but you're coming in style!" exclaimed Mrs. Golden, when she saw
them. "Are you going to buy me out?"
"No, we just want some sugar," said Bunny. "We're going to get five
pounds, 'cause we can carry it in the pony cart."
"Yes, if it wasn't for the cart I'd be a bit afraid to give you so much
as five pounds," said Mrs.
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