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He might bite or scratch you. He is very bad and ugly to-day. I don't know what ails him. Stop it, Wango!" she ordered. "Stop it at once! Come down from there, and stop pulling my hair!" But the monkey did nothing of the sort. He neither came down, nor did he stop pulling the lady's hair, as Sue and Bunny could easily tell.
Bunny was also glad, and a few seconds later, while the dog kept on barking, and running here and there, Bunny and Sue raw, coming around the end of the island, a boat, and in it was Jed Winkler, the old sailor who owned Wango, the monkey. Only, of course, the old sailor did not have the monkey with him this time. "Bunny! Sue! Oh, there you are!" called Mr. Winkler as he saw the two children.
Sitting on a branch, high above the lad's head, was Wango the monkey, eating the piece of cake. "It's the very same boy, I know it is!" declared Sue. "What same boy?" asked Sadie West, while the other boys and girls watched the climber. "The same one who was with the little girl that sang songs in the Opera House show. Don't you remember, Bunny?" asked Sue.
"Bunny, could you run down the street, and ask Mr. Winkler to come and take his monkey away?" "Yes'm, I'll do it," the little boy answered politely. But just then something else happened. Wango, trying to peel the wax paper from another lollypop, dropped a second one.
There a strange dog, catching sight of the animal, had chased him. Bunny and Sue knew it was a strange dog, for their own dog, Splash, and most other dogs in the neighborhood, were used to Wango and liked him. They seldom ran after him or barked at him. But this was a strange dog. "Go on out of here!" Sue ordered this dog.
Raymond, the hardware store keeper, in whose place Wango the monkey had once got loose. "Good evening, Mr. Brown," was Mr. Raymond's greeting as he came in. "I heard you were looking for a place for the children to give some sort of entertainment is that so?" "Yes," was the answer. "I did hope we might get the old moving picture theater, but that's been sold, and I really don't know what to do.
He liked to make mischief, or what others called mischief, though to him perhaps it was only fun. And he did not seem to like ladies. He would let boys and girls and men pet him, and make a fuss over him, but he would very seldom allow ladies to do this. Miss Winkler, the sister of the sailor who had brought Wango from a far- off land, was one of the ladies the monkey did not like.
Treadwell will write parts for them," answered Mart. "But the trouble is, you can't be sure that Wango and the parrot will do the things you want them to. The parrot might speak at the wrong time, and Wango might cut up by chasing his tail or hanging by his hind paws from the ceiling, and so make the audience laugh when we didn't want them to." "That's so," agreed Bunny.
Treadwell. "I'll send over to Wayville and get what little baggage I have. But will it be all right for me to board at Mr. Winkler's?" he asked. "Oh, yes. They'll be glad to have you." "And you can see Mr. Winkler's monkey Wango and the parrot all the while!" cried Bunny Brown. "That will be a treat!" laughed Mr. Treadwell. So it was settled that both Mr. Treadwell and Mart would work for Mr.
"You can't go over to Mr. Winkler's in the rain," said Mrs. Brown. "You'd better stay out in the barn and feed your pet alligators." "Oh, but the rain is over," Sue explained. "The sun is coming out. And Wango isn't over at his own home. He's up in one of our trees. Splash chased him up there, I guess, and barked at him. And he won't come down I mean Wango won't.
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