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"He doesn't seem to want to come," suggested a man with a red moustache. "Oh, I'll get him. He needs a little coaxing," returned the old sailor. "Come on down, Wango!" he went on. Wango looked at the egg beater he held in one paw, and then, seeing the little handle which turned the wheel, he began to twist it.
At last he produced it, and after reading it, the gigantic warder exclaimed, with a smile illumining his broad features "Ah! I see; this is an order from his worship, Sir Richard, to admit a certain woman, who is to enact Doll Wango in the masque. This is she, I suppose?" he added, looking at Nance. "Ay, ay!" replied the squire. "A comely wench, by the mass!" exclaimed the porter. "Open the gate."
I do not know whether or not Wango understood what Bunny and Sue said, but I am sure he knew that the candy and peanuts were good to eat. For, with a chatter of delight, he suddenly let go of Miss Winkler's hair and scrambled down to the floor near Bunny. "Look out that he doesn't bite you," Miss Winkler said. "Be careful, Sue!" "I'm not afraid," said Bunny Brown. "Nor I," added Sue.
"Didna yo tell me at Myerscough to come here, squire, an ey, Bess Baldwyn, should play Doll Wango to your Jem Tospot?" "Play the devil! for that's what you all seem bent upon doing," exclaimed the squire, impatiently. "Away with you! I can have nothing to say to you!" "You gave me the same promise at the Castle at Preston last night," said Dame Tetlow.
He reached for it, but he did keep hold of the shelf, and, the next second down he himself fell, knocking over several more candy jars. They crashed to the floor, smashing and spilling the candy all over. Wango turned a somersault, and landed lightly on his feet, close beside Mrs. Redden. "Oh, you bad monkey! You bad monkey!" she cried. "Shoo! Get out of here! Out of my shop!"
He had so many in his paws that it was hard to hold them all. He quickly reached for the falling candy, but he accidentally hit a glass jar filled with jelly beans. It crashed down to the floor, spilling the candy beans all over. "Oh! oh, dear! what a mess!" cried Mrs. Redden, and she ran to get the broom to drive Wango away. Wango was a queer monkey in more ways than one.
Winkler came out, not Wango, for he had been tightly chained, after the fun he had had in Mrs. Redden's candy shop. "My! What a fine ride you are having!" called Mr. Winkler. "Oh! It's not a nice ride at all!" answered Sue. "We're being runned away with! Please stop Splash!" "Goodness me!" exclaimed Mr. Winkler. "A runaway! Well, I must stop it, of course!"
Redden, reaching up and trying to touch the monkey with the broom. I think she did not intend to hit him hard, and, anyhow, a blow from a broom does not hurt very much. Mrs. Redden thought she simply must drive Wango down. He might spoil a lot of candy. And now, instead of making faces Wango chattered at the candy-shop lady. Oh! what a queer noise he made, showing his white teeth.
"Oh dear! oh dear!" Mrs. Redden cried. "Isn't this terrible? I never had a monkey in my candy shop before. At least not one that was loose, though an Italian organ grinder did come in with one once, on a string. But he was a good monkey." "Wango is good, too," said Bunny. "Only I guess he is scared, now. Come on down, Wango!" called Bunny, "and I'll give you a peanut."
For they could see Wango give it a yank now and then, and, when he did, poor Miss Winkler would cry out in pain. "Oh, go for my brother! He's down on the fish dock I think," Miss Winkler begged. "No, we can't go there," replied Bunny slowly. "Our mother told us not to go there unless Bunker Blue or Aunt Lu was with us." "Then the monkey will never let go of my hair," sighed Miss Winkler.
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