“Please have a seat while I weigh it for you,” the little storekeeper went on.
In front of the counter there was a small box. Pretending that this was a stool, such as they sometimes have in real stores, Sue sat down on it.
Then Bunny, taking up a stone for a weight, put it on one end of the shingle scales. On the other end of the shingle he piled up some white sand, and when the shingle balanced, that was a pound. He put the white sand in one of the pieces of paper and tied a string around it.
“There is your white sugar, Mrs. Anderson,” he said to his sister. Sue took it but cried:
“Oh, Bunny, there’s a hole in the paper and all the sand is running out! Look!”
Bunny Brown raised his hands in the air.
“There you go again!” he cried. “Didn’t I tell you to call me Mr. Gordon and not Bunny? And that isn’t sand—it’s sugar! If you aren’t going to play right—”
“Oh, Bunny—I mean Mr. Gordon—I forgot!” gasped Sue. “Truly, I did! Come on and play!” she begged, for Bunny started to walk out from behind the counter. “I won’t do it again! Really, I won’t, Bun—I mean Mr. Gordon! And I don’t care if this san—I mean if the sugar spills. I have lots of money and I can buy more,” and she looked in her pocket where a mass of green leaves from the lilac bush took the place of money.
“Well, all right,” said Bunny slowly, after a moment. “But if you forget again I’m not going to play!”
“I won’t forget,” promised Sue.