Suddenly the lady on whom he was waiting, and who was watching him, gave
a startled cry.
"What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Golden.
"That little boy has fallen into the flour barrel!" was the answer.
CHAPTER XXI
SUE COULDN'T STOP IT
There was a banging, kicking sound and several cries of "Oh, dear!" The
cries were faint and muffled, as if they came from the cellar. Then the
lady who had ordered three pounds of flour, which Bunny was trying to
scoop out for her, ran behind the counter.
Sue followed. So did Mrs. Golden. All they saw were Bunny's heels
sticking out of the barrel, waving in the air, and now and then banging
against a low shelf near which the flour barrel stood.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Bunny, from inside the barrel.
For that is where he was. He had fallen into the flour barrel!
"Pull him out!" begged Sue.
"I can't. I'm not strong enough to pull him up!" panted the customer,
but doing her best.
"We must all pull!" exclaimed Sue. "Bunny pulled me out of the brook,
and I'll pull him out of the flour barrel!"
"Yes, we must all pull!" said Mrs.
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