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In 1652, three men and a woman were fined ten shillings each and costs for wearing silver-lace, another for broad bone-lace, another for tiffany, and another for a silk hood. Alice Flynt was accused of a silk hood, but, proving herself worth more than two hundred pounds, escaped unpunished.
"He's gone after a legacy, and when he comes back " "There there, Mrs. Golden! It's of no use to talk that way!" exclaimed Mr. Flynt. "You've been telling me about that legacy a long time. Why doesn't it come?" "I don't know, Sir." "No. And I don't believe it ever will come. We've waited as long as we ought, but I'll give you a little more time, and that will be the last.
"Maybe she can if my father will help her!" exclaimed Bunny. "He said he would!" "Well, if some one would pay what she owes, of course she could keep on with the store," agreed Mr. Flynt. "But we can't wait any longer. We've got to sell her out." When Bunny and Sue told at home that evening what had happened, Mrs. Brown said: "Walter, can't you do something for that poor old woman?"
My old idealisation of the life of the tramp, somehow or other, was entirely gone an idealisation that had, anyhow, been mainly literary, induced by the writings of Jack London, Josiah Flynt and Maxim Gorky. Now, as I listened to their filthy talk ... their continual "Jesus-Christ'-ing" over everything they said, I grew sick of them. I got up and walked away stiffly never again to be a tramp.
"No, I believe not," agreed Mr. Flynt. "Your son Philip doesn't seem to have gotten that legacy. Have you heard from him?" "Not lately," said Mrs. Golden, with a sad shake of her head. "I don't know why he hasn't written. Perhaps because he has no good news for me." "Very likely," said Mr. Flynt. "Well, I must go.
"You told our agent who called two weeks ago that you'd have it last week. But you didn't pay it. Then you said you'd send it this week, and you didn't. Now I've come for it. You can't fool me!" Truly, thought Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, no one could fool this man, nor play with him nor do anything with him except dislike him. "Come, come, Mrs. Golden!" went on Mr. Flynt.
"Does that mean close up the store?" asked Bunny timidly. "That's what it means, little man," was the answer, and Mr. Flynt did not seem so cross now. Perhaps he was sorry for what he had to do. "Mrs. Golden will have to give up her store." Bunny Brown and his sister Sue looked at each other with sad eyes. After all their work it had come to this. The store would be closed!
They would have no place to come and have good times during the long vacation days! It was too bad! What was to be done? Sue waited for Bunny to speak, as she usually did, and Bunny, after thinking the matter over, asked: "Are you going to close it up right away?" "Within a day or so, unless Mrs. Golden can pay her bills," answered Mr. Flynt. "We have waited as long as we can.
Golden's face, and, more than once, Bunny and Sue again saw her counting up her money and looking at bills she owed Mr. Flynt. "Will you have to sell the place now?" asked Bunny one day, coming in with Sue to help tend store. The two previous days had been busy ones, when many customers had bought things. "Well, I don't know about it, Bunny, my dear," was the answer.
Balaam her doubts and her desires as to migrating to Bear Creek. It was at this time also that her face grew a little paler, and her friends thought that she was overworked, and Mrs. Flynt feared she was losing her looks. It was at this time, too, that she grew very intimate with that great-aunt over at Dunbarton, and from her received much comfort and strengthening.
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