"Why not?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Because there won't be any store—at least I won't have it. I'm afraid I'm going to lose it. If I could only get some more customers and do more business I might manage to pull through until Philip gets back. But I don't know—I don't know!" and she shook her head sadly.
That afternoon, going home with Sue, Bunny had another idea.
"Sue!" he exclaimed, "if we can't give our money to Mrs. Golden maybe we can get her more customers."
"How?" asked the little girl.
"We can ask everybody we know to come and trade there," said Bunny. "I remember when the Italian shoemaker started down at the end of our street and I took my rubber boots there to have him fix a hole, he said for me to tell all the boys I knew to bring their boots and shoes to him to be mended."
"Did you?" Sue inquired.
"Yes. And the shoeman said I brought him good trade and he gave me a piece of beeswax. So maybe we could get customers for Mrs. Golden."
"Maybe we could!" cried Sue. "Let's tell the other boys and girls to get their fathers and mothers to let them buy things at Mrs. Golden's, and then she'll have a lot of customers!"
"Oh, let's!" cried Bunny Brown.