Trip to the Candy Shop - Part 2

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Trip to the Candy Shop

Part 2

    “Oh, I’ll tell you after you’ve looked around and picked what you want, little lady.” He winked at Hannah and straightened. “Don’t want to influence this important decision.”
    Hannah watched with a happy smile as her cousins wandered the store in a sugar daze. They stopped at each barrel, each box, each different kind and flavor and color of candy. They whispered, and Bobby pointed to the little prices on each thing.
    “You might be here a while,” Hannah,” Mr. Donald remarked in a low voice.
    “That’s all right. It’s not as much fun if you don’t get to examine every single thing and figure out what you want. If you just grab the first thing or even the third, then you’ll be left wondering what you might have missed. I don’t have anything else to do today, so let them wander. Besides,” she looked over to find the children at the far end of the store studying the boxes of chocolates, “it’s their first birthday away from their parents, so it should be extra special.”
    “That’s so. How old are they? They don’t look like twins.”
    “They aren’t. Bobby is seven and Biddy a year younger.”
    The older man nodded.
    It was more than twenty minutes before Bobby had made up his mind and picked a quarter’s worth of gumdrops. But Biddy couldn’t decide until her eyes suddenly landed on the giant lollipops sitting on the counter. She leaned closer, her eyes widening. There were purple, yellow, orange, and red ones.
    “Hannah,” the small girl whispered in an awed voice, “how much are these?” Her eyes never left the large pieces of candy.
    “Twenty-five cents.”
    “Can I have a yellow one? Please.”
    “Of course!” And Hannah opened her pocket book and pulled out two quarters.
    Mr. Donald handed a large yellow lollipop to Biddy and said, “These are what Hannah finally decided on too.”
    “You did?” Biddy’s eyes were wide.
    “Yes. Only I picked red.” She handed over the quarters, and the children clutched their candy tightly in one hand as they waved goodbye with the other. “Thank you, Mr. Donald.”
    Out in the bright sunshine, Bobby asked if he could begin to eat his candy now.
    “Yes,” Hannah said, “you may eat some of it now. Just don’t make yourself sick.”
    “I won’t.”
    Biddy patted Hannah’s arm to get her attention. “Hannah, how can I eat any of my lollipop?”
    “Why, just put the wrapper back on it when you are done.”
    Much pleased with this piece of advice, Biddy was soon licking her treat.
    “Now, do you want to walk right straight home, or shall we go a different way?”
    “A different way,” the children begged.
    “Can we go that way?” And Bobby pointed.
    Hannah agreed and they started off. She was well pleased by her little sacrifice of half a dollar and determined that her small cousins should fully enjoy their visit.
    They were in another neighborhood where large trees shaded the sidewalks, and houses looked pleasant and inviting. Looking back to see what had become of Bobby, Hannah stopped. “What did you find, Bobby?”
    He was crouched on the sidewalk watching something intently. “Some ants carrying a crumb to their home. Come see them, Hannah!”
    A quick glance showed Biddy plodding on up the sidewalk happily licking her lollipop. Knowing that Biddy did not enjoy insects like Bobby did, Hannah let her keep walking as she hurried back to look at the ants. It was indeed impressive watching the tiny ants working together to carry and drag a crumb many times larger than them, to their home.
    “God made them really strong, didn’t He, Hannah?”
    “He certainly did. And see how they help each other, Bobby?” Hannah pointed. “They don’t leave everything to just one ant.”
    A sudden scream followed by a loud wail jerked Hannah’s head up. “Biddy!” Forgetting all about the ants she jumped to her feet and flew up the sidewalk toward the girl who lay sprawled on the walk. But just before she reached her, she tripped on something that seemed to bite into her ankle and fell almost on top of her cousin. Her hands met the sidewalk and slid as she tried to catch herself.
    “Hannah!” Bobby’s voice shouted.
    “What happened?” A new voice, one that Hannah heard every day in school, called from across the street. “Is everyone all right?”
    Pushing herself up, Hannah barely looked at the boy who had joined them. “Bobby, don’t trip on that string!”
    Bobby stopped short and then stepped over the string which was stretched across the walk in such a way as to trip people. “Who puts strings across a sidewalk?” he demanded.
    Not bothering to answer, Hannah was kneeling beside Biddy. “Come on, Biddy, where are you hurt?”
    “Let me help her.”
    “Thank you, Rob.”
    Rob picked Biddy up and seated her in the grass. “Let’s see, you’ve scraped your hands and your knees, but not your nose.”
    “Where’s my lollipop?” Biddy whimpered, trying not to cry.
    Hannah looked around, but it was Bobby who found it, cracked, dusty, and broken in a patch of dirt.
    The loss of her treasured candy was more than Biddy to take, and her whimpers turned to sobs.
    “Oh, Biddy, please don’t cry,” Hannah begged, nearly in tears herself. “We’ll get you another one.”
    “I’ll share my candy with you, Biddy,” Bobby promised. “Here, open your mouth.”
    Rob looked up at Hannah. “How are you?”
    “I’ll be all right.”
    “I didn’t ask how you will be, I asked how you are.” Then, not waiting for her to say anything, he added, pulling out his pocket knife. “Those Jonas boys have gone too far.” He cut the string and pocketed it. “Come on, over to the house. We’ll get you both bandaged up and on your way again.” He knelt down beside Biddy, who was whimpering now from the pain. “Hi, I’m Rob. I go to school with Hannah. How about I carry you across the street to my house and we put some band-aids on those scrapes?”