owd looking at it."

"That's it!" exclaimed Uncle Tad. "That drug store man got a big crowd
in front of his store by putting something in the window that made
people stop and look. That's advertising."

"Maybe Mrs. Golden could fix up her windows so a crowd would stop in
front!" exclaimed Sue.

"What good would that do?" Bunny asked. "She wants people to come inside
her store and buy things."

"That's it," agreed Uncle Tad. "But if you get a crowd _outside_ a
store, because there's something to look at in the windows, some of that
crowd will go _inside_ and buy something."

"Only Mrs. Golden hasn't any rubber bags," went on Bunny. "But I guess
Sue could lend her a doll if she wanted it to take a swim."

"Mrs. Golden doesn't need to put rubber bags in her window," said Uncle
Tad. "That wouldn't be the thing for a grocery and notion store. She
should put in something that people would stop to look at, or have a
special sale or something like that. And another thing I've noticed,
when I've been past her place is that the windows are very dirty. You
can hardly see what's inside. If her windows were cleaned and she had
something in them, a crowd would stop and more people would go in and
buy than go in now. Mrs. Golden needs to advertise in that way."

Uncle Tad went out. Mrs. Brown busied herself about the house, and Bunny
Brown motioned to his sister Sue to come to the side porch.

"What you want?" asked Sue.

Bunny put his finger over his lips.

"I've got an idea!" he said. "I know how we can help Mrs. Golden get a
crowd in front of her store."

CHAPTER XIX

THE WINDOW DISPLAY

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue spent much time during the next few days
out in their barn--that is when they were not going to the store for
their mother. Every chance they had, however, they bought things of Mrs.
Golden, to help her as much as they could by trading at her store.

"And we ought to get the other boys and girls to go there," Sue said.

"We will, after a while," agreed Bunny. "Just now we have to do
something else."

And the something else had to do with his idea and the time he and Sue
spent in the barn. With them, most of the time, was Splash, their dog,
and Charlie Star often came over with a covered basket.

"What do you think the children are doing?" asked Mrs. Brown of Mary,
the cook, one day.

"Oh, I guess they're getting up some kind of a show," Mary answered. "I
can hear Splash barking now and t