It was while you were in Mr. Thompson's house. You know old
Miss Hollyhock is awful poor, and we gave her the things to eat. We left
'em on her doorstep."

"For a Hallowe'en surprise," added Sue, "or a Valentine, though it isn't
Valentine's Day yet, either."

"So that's what happened; eh?" cried the grocery boy. "Old Miss
Hollyhock has the things I ought to leave for Mrs. Jones! Well, well!"

"Is you mad?" asked Sue, for there was a queer look on Tommie's face.

"No, not exactly mad, Sue," said Tommie slowly. "But I don't know what
to do. I know you meant to be kind, and good to old Miss Hollyhock; but
what am I to do about the things for Mrs. Jones? I can't very well go
and take them away from old Miss Hollyhock, for she must think that some
of her friends sent them, as they often do. It wouldn't do to take them
away."

"Oh, no! You musn't take 'em away from her, after we gave 'em to her,"
said Bunny. "That would make her feel bad."

"And she feels bad now, 'cause she's poor," put in Sue. "She's hungry,
too, maybe."

"Yes, I guess she is," agreed Tommie. "Well, I don't know what to do. If
I go back to the store to get more things for Mrs. Jones, Mr. Gordon
will want to know what became of the basketful I had. And old Miss
Hollyhock has them. Well--"

"Oh, I know what to do!" cried Bunny.

"What?" asked Tommie.

"You go to my house," said the little boy, "and my mamma will give you
money to buy more groceries for Mrs. Jones. Then old Miss Hollyhock can
keep the ones Sue and me give her. Won't that be all right?"

"Yes, I s'pose it will if your mother gives me the money," answered
Tommie slowly.

"She won't have to give you the money," said Sue. "We don't pay money
for groceries anyhow; we charge 'em."

"Well, it's the same thing in the end," said Tommie with a laugh. "But I
guess the best I can do is to take you two youngsters home, and see what
happens then. I'll tell Mrs. Jones I'll come later with her groceries."

Tommie ran up to the Jones house, and was soon back on the wagon again.
He drove quite fast to the home of Bunny and Sue.

"Oh, you children!" cried Mrs. Brown, when she heard what had
happened--about Bunny and Sue riding in the grocery wagon, and giving
the things away to old Miss Hollyhock that Mrs. Jones ought to have had.

"You'll pay for the groceries, won't you, Mother?" asked Bunny.

"Yes, dear, I suppose so. I know you meant to be kind, but you should
ask me before you do things