"Oh, yes!" cried Sue and the others.
While this talk was going on Mr. Raymond, the owner of the hall, came up to where Bunny Brown stood.
"I guess you're the treasurer of this show, aren't you?" he asked, and Sue noticed that the hardware man had something in his hand.
"No—no," said Bunny, shaking his head, "I wasn't a—a treasure. I was a farm boy in one act and I turned somersaults in another act."
"Well, I don't exactly mean that," said Mr. Raymond, with a laugh. "I mean you got up the show, didn't you?"
"Yes, Bunny and Sue really started it," said Mr. Treadwell.
"That's what I thought," said the hardware man. "Well, then, Bunny, this money comes to you. It's what was taken in at the door, and what was paid for tickets. Your father asked me to take charge of it, but, now that the first show, at least, is over, you'd better have it."
He handed a box that seemed to be full of silver money and bills to Bunny and Sue Brown.
"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Sue. "It's most a thousand dollars I guess!"
"No, not quite as much as that," said Mr. Raymond. "But your show was a great success, and there's ninety dollars and fifteen cents there. The fifteen cents is from a boy who couldn't raise the quarter admission, so I let him in for fifteen. I'd have let him in for nothing, but he said he wanted to do all he could to help the Home for the Blind."