“We picked up all we could find,” said George.
“And I stepped on one,” said Harry. “I couldn’t help it, but I guess if you scrape off the top part it’ll be all right. Maybe nobody will see it.”
“Thank you, boys, for picking up the cakes,” said Mrs. Pallin, who had charge of that table. “But I don’t want them back. You may have them. I couldn’t sell cakes that had been on the floor.”
“Come on, then!” cried Harry. “Maybe we can find more.”
Other boys began searching for the cakes, some of which had rolled into far corners. Luckily most of the dainties had been in baskets, which had tipped over when the table had upset, and not all had spilled out. So there were still plenty that were clean and unbroken left to be sold. The accident was not so bad as had seemed at first.
Order was now once more restored. Patter was at his place, taking tickets at the door, and Sue and some of her girl friends were petting Whitefeet in one corner of the room. The church fair was well under way.
“We never had such a success, Mrs. Brown,” said Mrs. Jones to the mother of Bunny and Sue. “Your children have been very helpful, and as for Patter—he is invaluable!”
“Even when he chased after the cat?” asked Mr. Brown with a laugh.
“Yes, even then,” said Mrs. Jones. “For it made excitement, and a lot of people, who wouldn’t otherwise have come in, entered from the street to see what it was all about. And now we have them here we’ll make them spend money for the church,” she added, with a laugh. “That’s what church fairs are for.”
“I suppose so,” agreed Mr. Brown.