"Where's Mrs. Golden?" he asked, as he saw Bunny and Sue, whom he knew.
"She's got a headache, and we're tending store," Sue answered proudly.
"Oh, all right. Here's a couple of letters for her. She's been asking me
for letters all week, and I didn't have any for her. Now here are two."
He tossed them on the counter and went out into the sunlit street. Bunny
looked at the two letters.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "One's from Mrs. Golden's son Philip. Maybe it's
about the legacy!" Bunny had seen the name Philip Golden in the corner
of the envelope.
"Who's the other from?" asked Sue.
"The Grocery Supply Company," read the little boy from the other
envelope.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Sue.
"What's the matter?" asked Bunny.
"Maybe that's a bill," Sue said, for she had often been in her father's
office on the dock when the mail came in, and when he received a thin
letter Mr. Brown would hold it up to the light, laugh, and say:
"I guess this is a bill."
Sue knew what bills were, all right, and she seemed to feel that bills
coming to Mrs.
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