hen, and there's a cat mewing."

"Cat!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "We haven't a cat!"

"I guess it's Charlie Star's," went on the cook. "He brings it over
every day in a basket and takes it home again. I guess they're getting
ready for a show."

"Bunny and Sue did have a show once," observed Mrs. Brown. "I hardly
believe they would get up another. I must see what they are up to."

However, as company came just then and Mrs. Brown had to entertain them,
she forgot all about her two children. Meanwhile things were happening
out in the barn.

But Bunny and Sue kept it a secret, in which only Charlie Star had a
share, and Charlie did not tell. When Mrs. Brown's company had left some
one telephoned to her and she forgot all about her plan to ask Bunny
what was going on.

It was a few days after this that Bunny and Sue were again sent to the
store for their mother, and you may easily guess to which store they
went--the little corner one, of course.

Mrs. Golden was sitting in her usual easy chair, and there were no other
customers in the place.

"How's business?" asked Bunny, as he had often heard men ask his father.

"It might be better and not hurt itself," was Mrs. Golden's answer.
"Customers are few and far between."

"Mrs. Golden," said Bunny, "my Uncle Tad says you ought to have a
special sale. Did you ever have one?"

"Oh, yes, years ago," she answered. "I had a sale of notions, and a
number of women came in to get things to make dresses with. But I
haven't had a special sale for a long while."

"Why don't you, then?" asked Bunny eagerly. "I think a special grocery
sale would be good. You could put a lot of things in your window and
mark the prices on them, and people would come in to buy."

"Yes, I suppose I could do that," agreed Mrs. Golden slowly. "I have a
big stock of a new kind of oatmeal on hand. Some new concern sold it to
me, but it didn't take very well. Lately I got a letter from them saying
I could sell it at a special price. I suppose that would bring in some
trade. I never thought of it. I'm getting too old, I guess, and worrying
too much. When my son Philip comes home I'll have a special sale."

"No, don't wait!" cried Bunny Brown eagerly. "Let's have it now! Where
are those oatmeal things?"

Mrs. Golden smiled at his eager, bustling air.

"They're in the storeroom," she said. "Some of the cases aren't open
yet."

"We'll open 'em for you!" cried Bunny. "Then we'll stack the oatmeal in