Just before supper Bunker Blue came back with Toby, and the children were allowed to hitch the Shetland pony to the basket cart.
"Do you want anything from the store?" asked Bunny, as he took his seat beside Sue and grasped the pony's reins.
"Better ask Mary," was the reply.
And, as it happened, Mary wanted some sugar.
"We'll get it at Mrs. Golden's," called Bunny, as he drove out of the yard.
"My, the children are getting fond of that old lady store keeper," mused Mary, as she went back to her kitchen work.
"I'm glad to have them," said Mrs. Brown. "It does children good to learn to be kind and thoughtful toward others. And, from what I hear, Mrs. Golden needs help. Her son works, but does not earn much, and she can't make a very good living from so small a store. We must buy what we can from her."
"Trust the children for that!" laughed Mary. "They'd run there all the while if we'd let them. Bunny was telling me Mrs. Golden had something the matter with one of her legs."
"Oh, no. He said she expected a legacy," explained Mrs. Brown. "That means she hopes to get a little property or some money from a relative who has died."
"Oh, I thought it was her legs, poor old lady!" said Mary. "Rheumatism, or something like that."