If Philip was here he'd wash 'em for
me."
"I'll do it!" offered Sue. "I often wash the low windows for mother. She
lets me. Have you got any of that white stuff that makes 'em shine?"
"Oh, yes, I know what you mean," said Mrs. Golden. "Yes, you can take a
cake from the grocery shelf. My, I never thought of a special sale and
having windows washed. It may bring me trade!"
"Uncle Tad says it will!" exclaimed Bunny. In a measure it was Uncle
Tad's idea that Bunny and Sue were carrying out.
"You wash the window," he told his sister, "and I'll open the oatmeal."
Soon there was a busy time in Mrs. Golden's store. Bunny was hammering
and pounding away opening the oatmeal cases, and Sue was washing the
window, having first taken out the few things Mrs. Golden had on display
there--not that you could see them very well from the outside, however.
"Could I wash the other window, too?" asked Sue, when she had finished
the first.
"Are you going to put oatmeal in both windows?" asked Mrs. Golden.
"Seems to me that will be too much.
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