e while the children were there.

"Now for the other window," said Bunny to Sue, when the oatmeal was all
in place, with the low price plainly marked on cards stuck here and
there.

"We have to wait for Charlie," Sue said.

"He's coming now," observed Bunny, looking from the door. No customers
had come in while the children were busy fixing the window, and they
were just as well satisfied. They hoped for a rush of trade when the
shades were raised.

Charlie came in with the covered basket, and the next fifteen minutes
were busy ones for the children. Mrs. Golden had fallen asleep and did
not come out of the back room to see what they were doing.

"Well, we're all ready now," said Bunny, at last. "Pull up the shades!"

He and Charlie did this. The sun shone in through the newly cleaned
windows and lit up such a display as never before had been seen in Mrs.
Golden's store.

CHAPTER XX

IN THE FLOUR BARREL

Slowly the heavy green shades, which hid what was in the cleaned windows
from the sight of persons in the street, rolled up. Bunny Brown, his
sister Sue, and Charlie Star waited for what was to happen next. They
looked first at one of the windows in which they had made a display, and
then at the other.

In one was the pile of oatmeal packages built up like a small fort, with
holes here and there through which stuck round boxes, with black covers
so that they seemed to be small cannon.

In the other window--but I can best tell you what was in that by telling
you what happened.

The curtains had not been up very long, and the children were feeling
rather proud of what they had done, especially Sue in making the glass
so clean, when a boy who was passing along the street stopped to look in
one of the windows.

And the window he looked at was not the one where the oatmeal boxes were
piled. It was at the other. This boy was soon joined by a second. Then a
girl who had been running, as if in a hurry, came to a stop, and she
stood near the two boys, looking in.

"The crowd is beginning to come!" remarked Charlie Star.

"But they aren't buying any of the oatmeal," objected Sue.

"Never mind," Charlie went on. "These kids wouldn't buy anything anyhow;
they haven't any money. Wait till the big folks come." Charlie spoke of
the "kids" as if he were about twenty years old himself. He seemed to
have become much bigger and more important since helping Bunny and Sue
fix up Mrs. Golden's windows.

And, su