e first time, Bunny Brown and his sister
Sue were truly storekeepers you can hardly imagine how pleased they
were.

"You go to sleep now, Mrs. Golden," said Sue, going on tiptoe to the
rear room, to look at the old woman lying on the couch. "You go to
sleep. Bunny and I will tend store."

Then she went back to Bunny, who sat on a stool behind the grocery
counter. He had decided he would sell things from that side of the
store, while Sue could wait on the dry-goods and notions side.

"All we want now is some customers," remarked the little boy.

"Yes," agreed Sue. "We want to sell things."

They waited some little time, for the corner store was not in a busy
part of town. Several times, as footsteps were heard outside, Bunny and
Sue hardly breathed, hoping some one would come in to buy. But each time
they were disappointed.

Finally, however, just when they were about to give up, thinking they
would have to go home, a woman came in and looked around, not at first
seeing any one.

"What can I do for you to-day, lady?" asked Bunny Brown, as he had often
heard Mr. Gordon say.

"Oh, are you tending store?" the lady asked. She was a stranger to Bunny
and Sue.

"Yes'm, I and my sister--I mean my sister and I--are keeping store for
Mrs. Golden. She's sick," said Bunny. "I can get you anything you want."

"All I want is a loaf of bread," the lady answered.

Bunny knew where to get this, and also the kind the lady wanted, as it
was the same sort of loaf his mother often sent him for. He put it in
a paper bag and took the money. The lady gave the right change, so Bunny
did not have to trouble Mrs. Golden.

All this while Sue stood on her side of the Store, rather anxiously
waiting. She wished the customer would buy of her.

"You are rather small to be in a store, aren't you?" asked the lady, as
she started to leave with the bread.

"Oh, we know lots about stores," said Bunny. "We often play keep one,
but this is the first time we ever did it regular."

"I know how to keep store, too," said Sue, unable to keep still any
longer. "Would you like some needles and thread?"

"Yes, now that you speak of it, I remember I do need some thread, my
dear," the lady answered, with a smile. "Can you get me the kind I
want?"

"I--I guess so," Sue answered, yet she was a bit doubtful, as there were
so many things among the notions.

"Well, perhaps I can help you," said the lady. "I see the tray of spools
of silk right behin