w streaks here and
there where Sue had forgotten to wipe off the white, cleaning powder.
But they didn't matter.

"I'll pull the shades down," said Bunny, as he was leaving. "We don't
want people looking in the windows until we get 'em all fixed up, and
then we'll surprise 'em."

"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 stor