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But if your son doesn't get that legacy what then?" "Oh, I'm sure he'll get it!" said Mrs. Golden, trying to smile. "But if if he doesn't, why, I'll just have to owe you the money, that's all!" "That isn't all!" exclaimed Mr. Flynt. "We've got to have money. We've been as easy on you as we could be. We've let your bill run a good deal longer than we do most folks' bills.
In a very few days, gossip had it that Molly was engaged to a gambler, a gold miner, an escaped stage robber, and a Mexican bandit; while Mrs. Flynt feared she had married a Mormon. Along Bear Creek, however, Molly and her "rustler" took a ride soon after her return. They were neither married nor engaged, and she was telling him about Vermont. "I never was there," said he.
But by the time Bunny and Mr. Flynt reached her the shower of boxes was over and the little girl took down her hands from over her head. "Did anything break?" asked Sue, looking about her. "Oh, dear, what a terrible mess!" she cried. "Don't worry about that, child!" exclaimed Mrs. Golden. "What if a few boxes are broken open? It's you I'm thinking of." "Oh, I'm all right!"
Bunny and Sue stayed in the store for an hour or more after the fall of the oatmeal boxes. Bunny finished opening the box of prunes, and he and Sue waited on several customers, for Mrs. Golden seemed to be quite busy talking to Mr. Flynt in the back room. And it was not a pleasant talk, either, as Bunny and Sue guessed when they caught glimpses now and then of Mrs.
"'Cause if it's closed," added Sue, "we can't have any more fun helping keep it." "Oh, ho! I see!" laughed Mr. Brown. "Well, I must admit I forgot all about Mrs. Golden. I promised to see if I couldn't help her when you told me about Mr. Flynt before, but I forgot. Now, children, it wouldn't be right for you to take your bank money to help Mrs. Golden. She wouldn't want you to do that.
Bunny was out in the storeroom opening a new box of prunes. "They're up on a high shelf, I'll get one down for you, Sue." But as she was going to do this a man entered the store. He was Mr. Flynt, and Sue heard Mrs. Golden sigh when she saw him. "You'll have to wait a minute about that oatmeal," said the storekeeper to George. "I'll get it down for you in a little while.
"The Working Boy," the same in "American Journal of Sociology," Vol. II, No. 3. "Child Labor," W. F. Willoughby and Clare de Graffenreid in publications of American Economic Association. "Influence of Manual Training on Character," Felix Adler in Proceedings of Fifteenth National Conference of Charities, pp. 272 sq. "Children of the Road," Josiah Flynt in "Atlantic," January, 1896.
If you don't pay we'll have to close your store. Think it over and sell out before you're sold out." And then Mr. Flynt went out. Bunny and Sue, who had been about to go home, looked at Mrs. Golden and felt sorry for her. They could see that she was feeling bad, and that she had been crying. "What's the matter?" asked Bunny. "Not enough money that's the trouble," was her answer.
They all with one voice declared that Sam Bannett was good enough for anybody who did fancy embroidery at five cents a letter. "I dare say he had a great-grandmother quite as good as hers," remarked Mrs. Flynt, the wife of the Baptist minister. "That's entirely possible," returned the Episcopal rector of Hoosic, "only we don't happen to know who she was." The rector was a friend of Molly's.
Golden," said Bunny. "Mrs. Golden?" cried their father. "You mean you're going to buy something at her store?" asked Mrs. Brown. "No, we're going to give it to her," said Bunny gravely. "She owes money and Mr. Flynt will close up her store if she doesn't pay. So we're going to give her our money so she can pay Mr. Flynt and then the store will stay open."
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