"Mrs. Golden isn't very well able to get around," admitted Mrs. Brown. "But that has nothing to do with a legacy."
Bunny and Sue drove up to the door of the little corner store.
"My, but you're coming in style!" exclaimed Mrs. Golden, when she saw them. "Are you going to buy me out?"
"No, we just want some sugar," said Bunny. "We're going to get five pounds, 'cause we can carry it in the pony cart."
"Yes, if it wasn't for the cart I'd be a bit afraid to give you so much as five pounds," said Mrs. Golden, as she went slowly behind the counter to weigh out the sweet stuff. "You might drop it. But it'll be safe in the pony cart. You'll be like a regular grocery delivery."
"Do you deliver things?" asked Sue.
"No, dearie. I can't afford to have a delivery wagon and a horse, to say nothing of one of those automobiles. And it wouldn't pay me to hire a boy, even when Philip is away. Sometimes he takes heavy things that are ordered, but mostly folks carry away what they buy. Let's see, now, how many pounds did you say, Bunny?"
"Five, Mrs. Golden. And please may I scoop it out of the barrel?"
"Well, yes, maybe; if you don't spill it."
"I won't spill any!" promised Bunny eagerly. "And may I put it on the scales? You see I'm going to keep a store when I grow up," he went on, "and I'll want to know how to weigh things on the scales."