She placed the paper of sand-sugar down on the counter in front of her, brushed some of the grains off her doll’s dress and said:
“Now I’ll have some brown sugar, Mr. Gordon.”
“Yes, Mrs. Anderson,” said Bunny. “This brown sugar is very sweet. Just taste it!”
He held some of the brown sand out to his sister. She looked at him in a funny way, and Bunny cried:
“Go on—taste it!”
Thereupon Sue wet the end of her finger and dipped it in the sand Bunny held out to her on the end of a little board. Then Sue put the sand on the tip of her tongue.
“Burr-r-r! Ugh! Oh, yes, it is very sweet sugar!” she exclaimed, making a funny face as she spluttered until the sand was out of her mouth. “I think I’ll have two pounds of that, Mr. Gordon.”
Bunny never smiled at the funny face his sister made when she tasted the sand. When Bunny played anything he was very much in earnest, as I have told you.
He put another stone on the weight end of the shingle scale. He then dipped out twice as much brown sand as he had of the white and wrapped this up in a paper which he tied with a piece of string.
“There is the brown sugar, Mrs. Anderson,” he said. “And now what else will there be to-day?”