“What!” cried Bunny. “Will somebody pay ten dollars for a ticket?”
“They will when they know it is to help the poor, crippled children,” answered his father.
And this proved to be true. More than one man, whom Mr. Brown knew and spoke to about the matter, gave a ten dollar bill gladly for the crudely printed ticket, and some took more than one, though they did not all intend to come to the show.
Now that the boys could say the barn performance was to be for the benefit of the Home for Crippled Children the tickets sold more quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” asked one lady who at first had said she did not care for tickets. “If it’s for the Home, of course I’ll take one. Better give me three,” and so the sale was made.
Then Bunny discovered another way to make the tickets sell more quickly. He and Sue, or perhaps some of the boys, would go to a house and explain about the tickets. Nearly always the person spoken to would agree to take at least one ticket.
“But where is it?” they would ask, when Bunny or Sue made no motion toward handing over the ticket.
“It will be here in just a minute,” Bunny would answer.
Then he would give a whistle and around the corner of the house would rush Patter with the ticket in his mouth. The dog would sit up on his hind legs in front of the one who wanted the ticket and hold it out to be taken.
“Oh, how cute!” was the general exclamation. “I’ll take another ticket if your dog will bring it to me in that way!”