"After this, Bunny," advised his mother, as he kept on wetting the garden, "it will be best to turn off the water if you leave the hose."
"Yes, Mother, I will," he promised.
So that little happening passed off all right, and later Bunny and the gentleman—who was a newcomer in town, Mr. Halsted by name—became good friends.
One day, about a week after vacation had started, during which time Bunny and Sue had had much fun, the two children went to the little corner store kept by Mrs. Golden. Bunny and Sue each had two cents to spend, and they were allowed to get some candy.
As they entered the store they saw Mrs. Golden trying to sweep, but the way in which the old woman used the broom showed that she was in pain. As the children entered she stopped, held her hand to her side, and tried to stand up.
"Oh!" she murmured, in a low voice.
"Is it your rheumatism?" asked Bunny.
"That, or something worse," replied the old lady, with a sigh. "I get a pain in my side every time I sweep."
"Let me do it!" begged Sue. "I love to sweep, and I'd like to help you."
"So would I!" exclaimed Bunny. "I can sweep, too. Please let me!"