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Certainly Wango had upset it very much. "He must have come in the store by the back way, when I was out hanging up the clothes," said the candy-shop lady. "He hid under the counter until he saw me open the showcase for you, Bunny. Then he put in his paw, and grabbed the lollypops." "Yes, that's what he did I saw him," said Sue, who was now taking the paper off her candy.
They just stood there, looking at the monkey pulling and tugging on the rather thin hair of Miss Winkler, and she, poor lady, could not reach up high enough to get hold of Wango, who was perched quite high up, on the window pole. "Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "We must do something but what?" Sue felt that her brother, as he was a whole year older than she, ought to know what to do.
Redden, who kept a candy store, was a very special sort of friend, and she gave the biggest penny's worth of sweets for miles around. Mr. Gordon, as I have told you, kept a real grocery store, and then there was Mr. Jed Winkler, an old sailor who owned a parrot and a monkey named Wango. Mr. Winkler's sister, Miss Euphemia, did not like either Polly or Wango.
'I was disappointed though in the morning, when Taroniara declined to come with me to this place. 'My people say, "Why do you go away?" the old stupid way of getting out of an engagement. However, two others came to 'this place, which was a hut in the village of Wango, which the Bishop had hired for ten days for the rent of a hatchet.
"And now tell me all that happened, Mart and Lucile." Their story was soon told, just as I have written it here how they were "stranded" when the show broke up, and how Mr. Brown took care of them. The story of Mr. Treadwell was also told to Mart and Lucile's Uncle Bill, and how the impersonator had written the little play. "And once he lost his wig and Wango the monkey had it!" cried Sue.
The American flag was hoisted on a staff, and on a mighty stump there sat Van Blaricom, almost innocent of garments, I grieve to say, with one whom we came to know as Totimalu, Queen of Pango Wango, a half circle of savages behind them. Van Blaricom and MacGregor had been naturalised by having their shoulders lanced with a spear-point, and then rubbed against the lanced shoulders of the chiefs.
Maybe I didn't fasten the cage door good last night." "Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Wouldn't it be fun if we could send and get Mr. Winkler's monkey Wango for our circus? Wouldn't it?" "Yes, maybe it would," replied Bunny. "But I don't guess we could do it. Come on, Sue, I'm going to look for the white mice." "All right," Sue said. Maybe some little girls would be afraid of mice, white, black or gray.
And Sue liked fun so much, also, that she always followed Bunny. Wango did many funny tricks, and he, too, got into mischief. Sometimes it was hard to say who got oftener into trouble Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, or Wango, the queer little monkey.
Really the parrot made more noise than Wango, but Miss Winkler did not seem to think so. "Well, I'm glad to get back my wig, anyhow," said Mr. Treadwell, as he took that and the jacket from Wango. "This little monkey must have gone in my room, found that I left my trunk open, and then he took out what he wanted." "Do you really think he knew he was dressing up like a tramp?" asked Lucile.
Atkin, Stephen, Joseph and the rest were called for from Wango, in Bauro, where they had had a fairly peaceable stay, in spite of a visit from a labour traffic vessel, called the 'Emma Bell, with twenty-nine natives under hatches, and, alas! on her way for more. After picking the Bauro party up, the Bishop wrote to the elder Mr. Atkin: 'My dear Mr.
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