"But why are you talking
about money?" and he looked at his little son. "Why did you ask if I had
any money in the bank?"
"I was wondering if Mrs. Golden had any in her bank," said Bunny.
"I don't believe she has very much," said Mr. Brown. "I was past her
store to-day. It's a very small one. I don't see how she makes a living
there."
"We were in there to-day," went on Bunny, "and a man came in and wanted
a lot of money. He said Mrs. Golden owed him. He was from the grocery
company."
"Yes, the wholesale house, I presume," remarked Mr. Brown. "Well, Bunny,
did Mrs. Golden pay her bills?"
"No," said Bunny, a bit sadly, "she didn't. And Mr. Flynt was cross. I
was thinking maybe if you had a lot of money in the bank you could take
some out and give it to Mrs. Golden, and then she wouldn't have to cry
when cross men came in. And she could pay you back when she got her
leg--her legacy!" and Bunny brought the last word out with a jerk, for
it was rather hard for him to remember.
"What's all this about?" asked Mr.
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