Golden,
with a smile. "That spigot is sometimes hard to close."
"And I'm not to dip up any more flour," added Bunny.
"Yes, I suppose it will be as well for me to do that, too," said the
storekeeper. "But since you like to help me tend store there are many
other things you can do."
Bunny and Sue found them, for it was afternoon now, and many families in
the neighborhood sent children to buy things for supper.
"Hello, Sue!" called George Watson as he came into the store, whistling.
"I told my mother about that special sale of oatmeal you had here last
week. Got any more?"
"Yes, a few boxes left," said Mrs. Golden, who was behind the grocery
counter with Sue. Bunny was out in the storeroom opening a new box of
prunes. "They're up on a high shelf, I'll get one down for you, Sue."
But as she was going to do this a man entered the store. He was Mr.
Flynt, and Sue heard Mrs. Golden sigh when she saw him.
"You'll have to wait a minute about that oatmeal," said the storekeeper
to George. "I'll get it down for you in a little while.
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