I had to come to my room back here and lie
down. I just had to close the store!"
The children entered to see their friend lying on a sofa in the room
back of the store. She had her head tied in a rag.
"Are you very sick?" asked Sue.
"'Cause if you are I'll go for the doctor," offered Bunny.
"Oh, no, thank you, my dears, I'm not ill enough for that," answered
Mrs. Golden. "Just a bad sick-headache. I'll be better to-morrow. But I
couldn't keep the store open to-day."
"That's too bad," said Bunny. "We came to get some things," and he took
out the list his mother had written for him.
"Well, I want to sell things, but I am too ill to get up and wait on
you," said the storekeeper. "I put that sign in the front door so if any
wholesale wagons came to leave stuff they could find me. But, really, I
don't feel able to get up."
Then Bunny had an idea.
"Couldn't Sue and I wait on ourselves?" he asked eagerly. "We want to
get these things here, and if you told me where to find them--though I
know where to find some myself--and if you told me how much they were, I
could pay you, and it would be all right.
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