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Hane went back across the stream; and Wango went through the same performance, Taki making the speech. He seemed a great orator, and went on until one standing by him said, "That's enough," when he laughed, and gave over. He gave four strings of money, two shorter than the others, and the shortest was returned to him, I don't know why; but in this way the peace was signed.
"Oh, yes, he'll come down for a peanut, or maybe two peanuts!" exclaimed Sue. "Wango loves peanuts. Have you any, Mrs. Redden?" "Yes," answered the store-lady. "But I'm not going to give him peanuts, after all the candy he has taken and spoiled. Nearly half the jelly beans will be wasted, and the glass jar is broken, and he will spoil all those lollypops, too. Oh dear!"
The next minute Miss Winkler had shut the cage door and fastened it. "There!" she exclaimed, "the next time I let you out of your cage you'll know it, Wango!" "What happened?" asked Bunny. "I don't know, child," the elderly lady answered, as she began to coil up her hair. "He is usually good, though he minds my brother better than he does me.
Come on down now, Wango!" he called, snapping his fingers at the old sailor's queer pet. "Come on down, and I'll give you a cookie." "I guess he'd rather have a cocoanut," suggested Sue. "My mother has some cocoanut for a cake, and there's a picture of a monkey on the paper, and he's eating cocoanuts." "But I haven't any cocoanut to offer him," said Mr. Raymond.
Wherever one went the other was always sure to be seen, and whatever Bunny did Sue was sure to think just right. Every one in Bellemere knew Bunny and Sue, from old Miss Hollyhock to Wango, a queer little monkey owned by Jed Winkler the sailor. Wango often got into mischief, and so did Bunny and Sue. And the children had much fun with Uncle Tad who loved them as if they were his own.
"What is it, Splash? What is it?" asked Bunny, trying to peer up among the leaves of the tree. "I see it!" suddenly cried Sue. "It's Wango, Mr. Winkler's pet monkey!" "Oh, yes! I see it now!" called Bunny. "Here, Splash! Stop barking at Wango!" ordered the little boy. "Don't you know he's a friend of yours? Stop it, Splash!"
"If the monkey doesn't take it I wish she'd give it to me," said Tom Milton. "Oh, Wango will take this all right," said Jed Winkler. "Here you are, you little rascal!" he called to his pet. "Come down and see what I have for you." He held up the piece of cake. Wango saw it and this seemed to be just what he wanted.
As it is, Wango can't break any of my pots and pans, though he certainly is mussing them up a lot!" Well might this be said, for, as the hardware man spoke, the monkey leaped from one shelf to another and, in so doing, knocked down a lot of tin pans which fell to the floor with a clatter and a bang. "Can't you do something to stop him?" cried Mr. Raymond. "Well, yes, I suppose I can," said Mr.
But the monkey did not come down. He clung to the tree branch with his hands and tail and looked at the children, whom he well knew, for they were kind to him. "I know how to get him down," said Bunny. "You go into the house and get a piece of cake for him, Sue. Take Splash with you. Then Wango won't be afraid." "All right," agreed the little girl.
Perhaps he was saying he was sorry for what he had done, but he got no cookie. Bunny and Sue each had a nice brown one, though, with a raisin in the centre, and, after Miss Winkler had thanked them again, they kept on with their walk down the street. "Wasn't Wango funny?" asked Sue, as she nibbled her cookie. "That's what he was," Bunny said. "'Member the time when he pulled the cat's tail?"
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