“Just as you like, dearie.  Just as you like,” said Mrs. Golden, in a dreamy tone.  She was thinking of what her son had said in his letter.

Hurrying through their lunch as quickly as their mother would let them, Bunny and Sue hastened back to Mrs. Golden’s store.  They told something of their plans at home, and Uncle Tad said: 

“That’s a fine idea!  I’ll stop down there later and see how it looks.”

“Come on, Splash!” called Bunny to his dog, as he and his sister started back.  “We want you!”

“And we must stop at Charlie’s house and tell him,” said Sue.

“Yes, we will,” Bunny agreed, and Charlie, when he heard the news, said: 

“I’ll be at the store in about half an hour.”

Certainly things were getting ready to happen.

Bunny and Sue found Mrs. Golden lying down on her couch in the back room when they reached the store again.

“I’m afraid I have another of my bad headaches coming on,” she said.

“You lie down,” said Sue kindly.  “Bunny and I will tend store again, and we’ll start the special sale.”

The windows were now dry and clean.  All the old goods had been taken out, and Bunny and his sister were ready to put in the special display of oatmeal which was to be sold at a low price.  Mrs. Golden told Bunny where to find some price cards to put in the window telling of the special sale.  These cards were of a sort that most grocers keep on hand.

With the help of Sue, Bunny piled the boxes of oatmeal in the window.  They were stacked up as nearly like a fort as he could make them, and he knew how to do this, for he had often helped the boys build forts of snow.  Here and there he left holes in the piled-up wall of oatmeal boxes.

“Oh, if you only had something like little cannons to put in the holes it would look more like a real fort!” said Sue.

Bunny thought this was a good idea, and looked around for something to use.  He saw some round pasteboard boxes, the top covers of which were a dull black.

“They’ll look just like cannons,” he said, as he fitted them in the holes of the oatmeal box fort.  The window shades being down, no one could see from the street what was going on.  Splash, the big dog, was content to sleep in the store 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.