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Jed Winkler's monkey. Wango made a funny little chattering noise, and took off the wig, which he held out to the actor. "See, he's saying he's sorry!" exclaimed Lucile. Next Wango took off the jacket. It was one of the costumes Mr. Treadwell used on the stage. "I guess he won't dress up again," said Mart. "I didn't know he was such a performer."
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.
"Then who was it?" insisted the man. "Surely the hose didn't wet me all by itself." "No," admitted Bunny. "But it might have been Mr. Winkler's monkey." "Who's Mr. Winkler's monkey, and how could he wet me with a hose?" demanded the man. "His name is Wango I mean the monkey's is," explained Bunny. "Sometimes he gets away and does things. He climbed up on Mrs. Golden's shelves she keeps a store.
It was a handsome watch and they were envious of Winkler's possession of it. But he was so tactless in his boasting about it that they paid no further attention to him after the first excitement." "You say he didn't have the watch long?" "Since spring I think, sir." "He brought it home on the 19th of March," interrupted Mrs. Klingmayer. "I remember the day because it was my birthday.
But the mischievous monkey was not in sight, nor did he come when Bunny called, though Mr. Winkler's pet nearly always did this. "I guess he isn't here," said Bunny at length. "But I didn't wet you with the hose." "Then who " began the man, but he stopped short to point and cry: "Look at that!"
"Never mind," remarked Aunt Lu, "you had plenty of other adventures, I should think. Why, Sue!" she exclaimed, "your dress is quite damp!" "She fell in," explained Bunny, "and " "Mercy! Where did that dog come from?" cried Mrs. Brown, for the big shaggy animal had been lying quietly in the bottom of Mr. Winkler's boat, and now, with a bark, he suddenly sprang up, and jumped out on the dock.
"Yes, I guess we could go in the pony sled," agreed Mart. "And we can stop at Mr. Winkler's and ask Mr. Treadwell, if he's at home, if he wants us to come to rehearsal to-night." Soon Bunny, Sue, Mart, and Lucile were riding down the street in the pony sled, having a fine time in the snow storm. It was quite a heavy fall of snow, but the weather was not very cold.
"It looks almost as if it must be Winkler, sir," he said, in a few moments. "We will soon find that out. I should like to go to the police station myself with this woman; she is Winkler's landlady but I think it will be better for you to accompany her. They will ask questions about the man which you will be better able to answer than I." Pokorny bowed and left the room. Mrs.
"And he's after some of your nice sugar cookies." Bunny knew Miss Winkler's sugar cookies were nice because she sometimes gave him and Sue some. Not too often, but once in a while. "An old man after my cookies, is there?" cried the sailor's sister. "Well, I'll see about that!" Down the hall she hurried, leaving Mr. Treadwell to look for the wig himself, and this he was doing.
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.
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