So, as I have mentioned, the boys talked the matter over, and each one had a different idea of how to bring success. They talked so much and said so many things that I have not room for a quarter of it.
Finally George, being the oldest of the boys, seemed to hit on the right idea.
“I tell you what it is, fellows,” he said, “we’ll have to give this show for somebody.”
“What do you mean—give it for somebody?” asked Charlie. “Aren’t we giving it for ourselves—for the fun of it, and to show people what fine tricks Bunny’s dog and pony can do?”
“That’s just it,” went on George. “We must give the show for somebody else. You know, when they had the fair, it was for the church, and a lot of people came and spent money when they wouldn’t go to the moving pictures for fun. When Bunny and Sue gave a show once before it was for Red Cross, and lots of people came ’cause they knew their money would go to Red Cross. And now——”
“Oh, I see what you mean!” cried Bunny, so eager that he did not beg pardon of George for interrupting. “People think the money is for us kids and they think we don’t need it.”
“That’s my idea!” said George. “Now if we could say this show was for the benefit of the Red Cross, or something like that, people would buy a lot of tickets.”
“Come into the house and talk to my mother,” suggested Bunny. “She knows a lot, my mother does.”
“That’s right!” cried the boys. I believe they felt this same way about their own mothers.
“My! what’s all this about? A raid on the pantry?” cried Mrs. Brown, smiling, when she saw Bunny leading his boy friends toward the house.