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But they had not seen Wango for some time now; not since coming to the farm in the country. They had seen a trained bear, which a man led around by a string. The bear climbed a telegraph pole, and did other tricks. Bunny and Sue thought he was very funny. But they did not like him as much as they did the cunning little monkey at home in Bellemere.
At that moment the front door opened, and there stood Jed Winkler, the old sailor, who owned the monkey. "Have you seen anything of Wango?" began Mr. Winkler, but there was no need for him to ask such a question. There was Wango, in plain sight, holding some lollypops in one paw, and in the other some jelly beans and coconut candies he had grabbed up from the floor.
But instantly he snatched the piece of cake from Mr. Winkler's hand, and, holding it in his paw, skipped out the door. "There he goes!" cried Bunny Brown. "He's loose again!" "And he's up in a tree out in front!" added Tom Milton, who had rushed out ahead of the others in the store. Surely enough, when the crowd got outside, there was Wango perched high in a big, leafless tree, eating cake.
"My sister might be worried about him," and he smiled as the crowd laughed, for it was well known that Miss Winkler did not like Wango, though she was not unkind to him. "Now show me where your sister is," said Mrs. Brown to the boy, as she walked along with him and her own two children. "By the way, what's your name?" "Mart Clayton," he answered.
And Bunny did not like that. "Well, if there are other fellers there, I'll go and play," said Bunny, as he started off to join Sue. Then he happened to think of the chain the old sailor was carrying. "What's it for?" asked the small boy. "It's a new chain for Wango, my monkey," explained the sailor. "He hasn't been very well, lately, and I had the horse-doctor look him over."
"That's it, little man, the chain won't let Wango run away," said the sailor. "That is, I hope it won't, though he often gets out of his cage. He's quite a tricky monkey." Mr. Winkler went on down the street, rattling the monkey-chain, and Mrs.
Then into the store rushed a big dog, barking and leaping about, his eyes fixed on that scrambling object in brown fur which had sprung to the highest shelf. "Mercy me! What's that?" cried Mrs. Golden. "It's Wango, Mr. Winkler's monkey," Sue answered. And that is what it was. Wango had got loose nothing new for him and had wandered out into the street.
There was a monotonous roll of the savage tom-tom and a noise of shouting and laughter. Yes, we were safe, and the American had done it. The Coliseum was open, MacGregor was ring-master, and U. S. and Bob Lee were at work. This show, with other influences, had conquered Pango Wango.
Ask Mary to give you a bit of cake. I'll keep Splash in the house." Sue got the cake, but it was rather difficult for Mrs. Brown to keep the dog in. He was eager to follow Sue back to the tree again. But it would be hard work to get Wango down, once the monkey was frightened, if Splash kept on barking, which he was pretty sure to do.
He lets me and Sue pet him; don't you, Wango?" "You can't pet him now," said Sue, "he's too high up." "Oh, but look at the funny faces he makes!" exclaimed the lady who kept the toy and candy shop. Wango was certainly making very odd faces just then. But perhaps it was because he liked the taste of the lollypops.
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