"What's the matter?" asked Sue.
"Oh, just the same old trouble," Mrs. Golden answered. "I need money to
pay bills."
"Mr. Flynt's?" asked Bunny.
"Yes, his and another man's. I'm afraid, children, you won't be able to
come here much longer and help keep store."
"Why not?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Because there won't be any store--at least I won't have it. I'm afraid
I'm going to lose it. If I could only get some more customers and do
more business I might manage to pull through until Philip gets back. But
I don't know--I don't know!" and she shook her head sadly.
That afternoon, going home with Sue, Bunny had another idea.
"Sue!" he exclaimed, "if we can't give our money to Mrs. Golden maybe we
can get her more customers."
"How?" asked the little girl.
"We can ask everybody we know to come and trade there," said Bunny. "I
remember when the Italian shoemaker started down at the end of our
street and I took my rubber boots there to have him fix a hole, he said
for me to tell all the boys I knew to bring their boots and shoes to him
to be mended.
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