Golden, with a sad shake of her head. "I don't
know why he hasn't written. Perhaps because he has no good news for
me."
"Very likely," said Mr. Flynt. "Well, I must go. You had better arrange
to sell everything by the end of the week, and pay us what you can.
We'll have to wait for the rest, I reckon."
"Won't there be a store here any more?" asked Sue.
"Oh, some one else may start one. It isn't a bad place for a grocery and
notion shop," answered the black-whiskered man. "But Mrs. Golden can't
keep this store any more."
"Maybe she can if my father will help her!" exclaimed Bunny. "He said he
would!"
"Well, if some one would pay what she owes, of course she could keep on
with the store," agreed Mr. Flynt. "But we can't wait any longer. We've
got to sell her out."
When Bunny and Sue told at home that evening what had happened, Mrs.
Brown said:
"Walter, can't you do something for that poor old woman?"
"Yes, I must try," he said. "I meant to look into her affairs long
before this, but I've had so many other things to do that I let it go.
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