“Well, I wonder if anybody is coming to buy anything at my store to-day,” said Bunny, as he paced up and down behind the counter.
Just then a little girl, carrying a doll under one arm, walked up to the shade tree under which the play store was. She went to the counter and looked at the piles of sand, pebbles, and the clam shells. But Bunny Brown did not seem to think she was a little girl. He bowed to her and asked:
“What will it be to-day, Mrs. Anderson?”
“Oh, Bunny! You sound just like Mr. Gordon in the real grocery store!” laughed Sue, clapping her hands. As she did this her doll fell down on the grass. “You’re just like Mr. Gordon!” cried the little girl again.
Bunny Brown frowned, wrinkling his forehead until it looked like a wash-board from the laundry.
“Look here!” he exclaimed, coming out from behind the counter. “I’m not going to play store if you do that!”
“Do what?” asked Sue, for it was Bunny Brown’s sister Sue who had come to the store. Bunny had called her “Mrs. Anderson,” but all the same, she was Sue Brown. “What did I do, Bunny?” asked Sue.
“There you go again!” cried Bunny. “Stop calling me by my right name! If we’re going to play store I’m Mr. Gordon and you’re Mrs. Anderson!”
“Yes, I know, Bunny, but—”
“Oh, will you stop it?” cried the little boy, dancing up and down in his excitement. “I’m Mr. Gordon keeping the store!” he explained.