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Bunker took charge of the pony cart and delivered the groceries before he cut the grass. Then Bunny and Sue drove back to the corner store. They saw Mr. Flynt talking to Mrs. Golden as they entered. "It's of no use!" the cross man was saying. "I have bad news for you. You'll have to give up the store, Mrs. Golden." "Won't your company give me a little more time?" she asked. "No," said Mr. Flynt.
The side door was almost closed, but, though open a small crack, Bunny and Sue did not want to push it open further and go in. Instead they knocked. "Yes? What is it? Who's there?" called the voice of Mrs. Golden. It was a weak, quavering old voice. "We're here," answered the little boy. "Bunny Brown and his sister Sue!" "Oh, my dears! I'm glad it's you and not Mr. Flynt!" said Mrs. Golden.
She sank down in a chair, and stared silently at the man. "Well!" exclaimed the cross man more crossly than at first, "I'm Mr. Flynt of the Grocery Supply Company. If you're Mrs. Golden, I want to know why you don't pay me that money?" "I I wish I could, Mr. Flynt," murmured the old lady store keeper. "I really thought I'd have it for you last week." "But you didn't!" snapped out the man.
"I've tried my best, but I can't do it, even with the help of these dear children and the pony express," and she looked out of the window at Toby, hitched to the little basket cart. "It is too bad," said Mr. Flynt. "We know you've done your best, and if you didn't owe so much you might get along now, with the start you have. But it takes all you can make to pay your back debts.
"She feels so sad when Mr. Flynt comes and says he's going to close her store. And we'll feel sad if we don't have any place to go any more and learn how to work in it, Mother! Please let us take Toby and be a pony express!" "I'll talk it over with your father," said Mrs. Brown. The children waited anxiously for what their father should say, and they were glad when they heard him laugh after Mrs.
After this little observation, Mrs. Flynt said no more, but continued her purchases in the store where she and the rector had happened to find themselves together. Later she stated to a friend that she had always thought the Episcopal Church a snobbish one, and now she knew it. So public opinion went on being indignant over Molly's conduct.
She came hurrying from the back of the store where she had gone to talk quietly to Mr. Flynt. "Everything is going to fall!" cried George. But it was not quite so bad as this. Sue kept her hands raised above her so nothing would hit her head, though one or two boxes did bump her a little. Box after box slipped from the shelf, falling on the floor, on the counter, and all around poor little Sue!
"You bought a lot of goods of us, and you must pay for them. If you don't we'll have to take these things away," and he looked around at the shelves of the store. "If you take things away from her how can she sell them?" asked Bunny Brown. "She can't," said Mr. Flynt. "But she must pay. Everybody must pay what they owe or be sold out. Now I'll give you a little more time," he went on.
Henry Flynt; and look over the controversy on baptism, between the Rev. Peter Clarke and an unknown adversary; and see whether this George Whitefield be as great in print as he is famed to be in the pulpit. By that time, the auction will have commenced at the Royal Exchange, in King Street.
Mrs. Flynt took her revenge by sowing broadcast her thankfulness that poor Sam Bannett had been Molly's rejected suitor. He had done so much better for himself. Sam had married a rich Miss Van Scootzer, of the second families of Troy; and with their combined riches this happy couple still inhabit the most expensive residence in Hoosic Falls.
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