Bunny had any number of pockets, and he was going through
first one and then the other, finding different things in each--a top,
pieces of string, his knife, odd bits of stone, a very black piece of
licorice, and some nails. Bunny never knew when he might want some of
these things.
"Here, Mrs. Golden!" exclaimed Sue, she being the first to get what she
was after in her pocket. "Here's two cents I was going to spend for
candy. You can have it to give to the man!"
"Bless your heart, dearie!" murmured Mrs. Golden, "I can't take your
money."
"And here's my two cents!" exclaimed Bunny. "You can keep it. And you
don't need to give us any candy either."
"No!" added Sue, though she had a catch in her breath as she said it,
for she really wanted a bit of sweet stuff that day.
"No, no, my dear," said Mrs. Golden, trying to smile, though there were
tears in her eyes. "Keep your money. I'll sell you some candy if you
want it, but you mustn't give your pennies away. Anyhow, I must pay Mr.
Flynt a great deal more than that.
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