Wash the other window if you want
to, dearie, but two of them filled with oatmeal----"
"Oh, we aren't going to put oatmeal in _both_!" exclaimed Bunny, with a
queer look at his sister. "We're going to fix up the second window to
make people come in and buy."
Mrs. Golden did not seem to understand exactly. She shook her head in a
puzzled way and murmured that she was getting old.
And as the postman came along just then with a letter from Philip, she
was soon so busy reading it that she paid little attention to what Bunny
and Sue were doing.
The children worked hard and faithfully all morning, and promised to
come back in the afternoon. When they left to go home to lunch, both
windows were brightly shining, though there were a few streaks here and
there where Sue had forgotten to wipe off the white, cleaning powder.
But they didn't matter.
"I'll pull the shades down," said Bunny, as he was leaving. "We don't
want people looking in the windows until we get 'em all fixed up, and
then we'll surprise 'em."
"Just as you like, dearie.
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