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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Story of a Monkey on a Stick + +Author: Laura Lee Hope + +Illustrator: Harry L. Smith + +Release Date: December 11, 2005 [EBook #17277] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Emmy and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter"><a href="./images/cover.jpg"><img src="./images/cover-tb.jpg" alt="Cover" title="Cover" /></a></div> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="./images/insidefront.jpg" alt="Inside front cover" title="Inside front cover" /></div> + + +<h4><i>MAKE BELIEVE STORIES</i></h4> + +<div class='center'>(Trademark Registered)</div> + +<h1>THE STORY OF A</h1> +<h1>MONKEY</h1> +<h1>ON A STICK</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> +<h2>LAURA LEE HOPE</h2> + +<div class="center">Author of "The Story of a Sawdust Doll," "The Story<br /> +of a White Rocking Horse," "The Bobbsey Twins<br /> +Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," "The<br /> +Six Little Bunkers Series," Etc.</div> + +<div class='center'><span class="smcap">illustrated by</span></div> + +<h3>HARRY L. SMITH</h3> + +<div class="center">NEW YORK<br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP<br /> +PUBLISHERS<br /><br /></div> + +<div class="center">Made in the United States of America +</div> + +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 277px;"> +<img src="images/001.jpg" width="277" height="400" alt="Monkey Shook Paws With Candy Rabbit." title="Monkey Shook Paws With Candy Rabbit." /> +</div> +<div class='center'>Monkey Shook Paws With Candy Rabbit.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;"><i>Frontispiece</i>—(<a href='#Page_6'><i>Page</i> 6</a>)</span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="center"><b>BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE</b></div> + +<div class="center">Durably bound. Illustrated.</div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><b>MAKE BELIEVE STORIES</b></div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Make Believe Stories"> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><b>THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES</b></div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Bobbsey Twins Books"> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><b>THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES</b></div> +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><b>THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES</b></div> +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><b>THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES</b></div> +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers, New York</span></div> + +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1920, by Grosset & Dunlap</span></div> +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">The Story of A Monkey on a Stick</span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">chapter</span></td> +<td align='left'></td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">page</span></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>I.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Strange Awakening</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>II.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Monkey at School</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_13'>13</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>III.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Janitor's House</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_25'>25</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>IV.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Queer Ride</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_38'>38</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>V.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">Monkeyshines</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_50'>50</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>VI.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">In a Cave</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_60'>60</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>VII.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">Out in the Rain</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_73'>73</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>VIII.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">Herbert Finds the Monkey</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>IX.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">Monkey in a Tent</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_95'>95</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td align='right'>X.</td> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">Monkey in a Show</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href='#Page_107'>107</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE STORY OF A</h2> +<h2>MONKEY ON A STICK</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I</h2> + +<h3>A STRANGE AWAKENING</h3> + + +<p>The Monkey on a Stick opened his eyes and looked around. That is he +tried to look around; but all he could see, on all sides of him, was +pasteboard box. He was lying on his back, with his hands and feet +clasped around the stick, up which he had climbed so often.</p> + +<p>"Well, this is very strange," said the Monkey on a Stick, as he rubbed +his nose with one hand, "very strange indeed! Why should I wake up here, +when last <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>night I went to sleep in the toy store? I can't understand +this at all!"</p> + +<p>Once more he looked about him. He surely was inside a pasteboard box. He +could see the cover of it over his head as he lay on his back, and he +could see one side of the box toward his left hand, while another side +of the box was at his right hand.</p> + +<p>"And," said the Monkey on a Stick, speaking to himself, as he often did, +"I suppose the bottom of the pasteboard box is under me. I must be lying +on that."</p> + +<p>He unclasped the toes of his left foot from the stick and banged his +foot down two or three times.</p> + +<p>"Yes, there's pasteboard all around me," said the Monkey. "This surely +is very strange! I wonder if the Calico Clown has been up to any of his +tricks? Maybe he thinks I'm a riddle, and he's <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>going to tell it to the +Elephant from the Noah's Ark, or else make a joke of me to the Jumping +Jack. I haven't been shut up in a box before—not since the time Santa +Claus brought me from his workshop at the North Pole. I wonder what this +means?"</p> + +<p>The Monkey raised his head and banged it on the box cover.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my cocoanut!" cried the Monkey, for that is what he sometimes +called his head. "My poor cocoanut!" he went on, as he put up his hand. +"I wonder if I raised a big lump on my cocoanut!"</p> + +<p>But his head seemed to be all right, and, taking care not to bang +himself again, the Monkey began pushing on the box cover. It was not +heavy, and he slowly raised it until he could look out.</p> + +<p>As I have told you in the other books of this series, the Monkey on a +Stick, and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>the other toys as well, could move about and talk, when they +kept to certain rules. You may find out what those rules were by looking +in the other books.</p> + +<p>The Monkey on a Stick looked out from beneath the cover of the box, and +what he saw surprised him almost as much as he had been startled when he +found pasteboard on all sides of him. For the Monkey saw that he was in +the room of a strange house, and not in the big toy department of the +store where he had lived for so long a time.</p> + +<p>"I say!" chattered the Monkey to himself, "there is something wrong +here. They must have given me paregoric to make me sleep, and then have +put me in a box and carted me down to some other part of the store. I'm +sure the Calico Clown must have had a hand in this. He and his jokes and +riddles about what <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>makes more noise than a pig under a gate! I'll fix +him when I get out of here!"</p> + +<p>The Monkey raised the box cover higher and began to call:</p> + +<p>"Hi there, Calico Clown! what do you mean by shutting me up in a +pasteboard box? What's the joke? Come on, Mr. Elephant from Noah's Ark! +Come and help me out! Ho, Jack-Jump! Hi, Jack-Box! Where are you all? I +don't see any of you!"</p> + +<p>For, as he looked around the room, from under the cover of the box, the +Monkey saw not a sign of his former friends.</p> + +<p>"This is stranger and stranger," he murmured. "I say!" he cried aloud +again, "isn't any one here?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm here," answered a voice which, the Monkey knew at once, came +from a toy like himself. "What's the trouble?" this voice went on. "Why +are <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>you making such a fuss? Who are you, anyhow?"</p> + +<p>"I'm a Monkey on a Stick," answered the toy chap in the box. "And who +are you? I seem to know your voice. Where are you?"</p> + +<p>"Here I am," came the answer.</p> + +<p>The Monkey raised the box cover higher, and then he cried:</p> + +<p>"Why, bless my tail! The Candy Rabbit! Well, of all things! Oh, I'm so +glad to see you! How are you?" and the Monkey jumped out of his box, +and, laying down his stick, ran across the table and shook paws with a +beautiful Candy Rabbit, who had a pink nose and pink glass eyes. The +Rabbit was on the table, and the Monkey saw that his pasteboard box was +there likewise.</p> + +<p>"I am quite well, thank you," answered the Candy Rabbit, as he waved his +big <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>ears to and fro. "And I am glad to see you—very glad! I knew there +was some kind of toy in that box, but I did not know it was you. I +haven't seen you since we lived in the toy store together, with the +Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, the Bold Tin Soldier, the Calico Clown +and the White Rocking Horse."</p> + +<p>"Yes, and don't forget the two Jacks," went on the Monkey on a Stick, +"the Jumping Jack and the Jack in the Box. Then there was the Elephant +who tried to race on roller skates with the White Rocking Horse."</p> + +<p>"I'm not forgetting them," answered the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"But listen!" exclaimed the Monkey. "Can you tell me this? I went to +sleep in the toy store, and I woke up here—in a house, I guess it +is—in a pasteboard box on a table set with dishes."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, this is a house," said the Candy Rabbit. "I live here with a +little girl named Madeline. There is also a boy named Herbert here. And +these really are dishes on the table. It is the breakfast table, and +soon the children will be down to eat."</p> + +<p>"But what am I doing here?" asked the Monkey in great surprise. "I can't +understand it! Why am I here? I went to sleep in the store, and I woke +up on a breakfast table. Can this be a trick or a riddle of the Calico +Clown's? Is he going to ask what is more surprised than a Monkey on a +Stick at the breakfast table, as he asks what makes more noise than a +pig under a gate?"</p> + +<p>"No, I think the Calico Clown had nothing to do with your being here," +said the Candy Rabbit with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Then who did?" asked the Monkey.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Herbert. A boy who lives here with his sister Madeline," went on the +Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Dear me! this is getting more and more riddly-like and jokey," said the +Monkey. "I don't understand it at all! Why am I not in the store where I +belong?"</p> + +<p>"Because you don't belong there any more," cried the Candy Rabbit. "You +were bought for the boy Herbert, and you are here at his breakfast plate +as a surprise."</p> + +<p>"Well, he isn't going to be any more surprised than I am," chattered the +Monkey. "I don't seem to understand this at all. How did I get here?"</p> + +<p>"I imagine that, after you went to sleep in the store last night, one of +the clerks at the toy counter put you in the pasteboard box, wrapped you +up and sent you here."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I see how it happened," said the Monkey. "I went to sleep in the store +yesterday afternoon. I had been up late the night before, as we toys +were having some fun. I was trying to guess a riddle the Calico Clown +asked. It was how do the seeds get inside the apple when there aren't +any holes in the skin. I was thinking of that riddle, and it kept me up +quite late the night before."</p> + +<p>"Did you think of the answer?"</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't," said the Monkey; "any more than I can think of the +answer to the Clown's riddle of what makes more noise than a——"</p> + +<p>"Hush! Here come Madeline and Herbert to breakfast!" suddenly whispered +the Rabbit. "Back to your box as quick as you can. We toys are not +allowed to move about by ourselves when any one sees us, you know."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, I know!" chattered the Monkey.</p> + +<p>Nimbly he sprang back to his box, and clasped the stick, up and down +which he climbed when a string was pulled. As he pulled the box cover +down over his head he heard the joyous shouts and laughter of two +children as they ran into the room.</p> + +<p>"Happy birthday, Herbert!" called Madeline. "Look and see what Daddy +bought for you yesterday!"</p> + +<p>When Herbert had the cover off the box and had looked at the Monkey on a +Stick lying there with a funny grin on his face, the boy smiled and +cried:</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's a Climbing Monkey! Oh, this is just what I wanted! Oh, now I +can have a show and a circus and I'll ask Dick to come and bring his +Rocking Horse, and Arnold can come and bring his Bold Tin Soldier, and +we'll have lots of fun. Oh, look at my Monkey climb his stick!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + +<p>Herbert took his new birthday toy from the box, and, by pulling the +string, made the Monkey go up and down as fast as anything. Madeline +picked up her Candy Rabbit, and though that Bunny said nothing, he could +see all that went on.</p> + +<p>"Oh, this is a dandy Monkey!" cried Herbert. "I can give a show with +him!"</p> + +<p>While the little boy was making the funny chap go up and down the stick, +the door of the breakfast room opened and some one came in.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER II</h2> + +<h3>THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL</h3> + + +<p>"Well, children, why aren't you eating breakfast?" a voice asked, and +Herbert, turning around, saw his mother. The Monkey on a Stick, who, if +he could not talk or do any tricks just then, could use his eyes, saw a +pleasant-faced lady entering the room. She was smiling at Madeline, who +had her Candy Rabbit in her hands, and at Herbert.</p> + +<p>"Oh, look, Mother, what I found at my plate!" exclaimed Herbert, and he +pulled the string, and made the Monkey run up and down the stick. "It's +my birthday present!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, Daddy said he was going to get you something," said Mother. "It +came from the store late yesterday afternoon, and I put it away, and had +it laid at your breakfast place this morning. Do you like it?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's dandy!" exclaimed Herbert. "I love it!"</p> + +<p>The children sat down and had an orange and some oatmeal and a glass of +milk and a roll with golden yellow butter on it. But of course the +Monkey and the Candy Rabbit had nothing to eat. They did not want +anything. Being toys, you see, they did not have to eat. Though, at +times, they could eat certain things if they wished.</p> + +<p>Madeline kept her Candy Rabbit near her plate. All of a sudden, as the +little girl was eating, she dropped her spoon in her oatmeal dish, and a +drop of milk spat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>tered into the glass eye of the Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, look what you did!" exclaimed Herbert, who saw what had happened. +"You'll blind your Rabbit."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my poor Rabbit!" said Madeline, and, with her napkin, she carefully +wiped the drop of milk out of the Rabbit's eye. And the Bunny never even +blinked. That's what it is to be a Candy Rabbit, and have glass eyes. +Not all of us are as lucky as that, are we?</p> + +<p>A little later Herbert dropped a piece of his buttered roll. It fell +near the Monkey, who was lying on the table near the breakfast plate of +the little boy. Some of the butter from the roll stuck to the stick +which the Monkey climbed up and down.</p> + +<p>"Now look what you did, Herbert!" said Madeline. "You'll make the stick +so <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>slippery with butter that the Monkey may fall off."</p> + +<p>"Come, children," called Mother, as she again entered the room. "You +must finish your breakfast and go to school. Put your Monkey back in the +box, Herbert. Don't be late for school."</p> + +<p>"No'm, we won't!" promised the brother and sister.</p> + +<p>A little later they were on their way, walking side by side on the path +that led to the red school house down by the white bridge. Madeline +looked at her brother curiously as they came near the building where +they studied their lessons.</p> + +<p>"Have you got your books under your coat, Herbert?" asked Madeline.</p> + +<p>"No, I haven't my books," he said.</p> + +<p>"Well, what have you?" asked Madeline. "You have <i>something</i>, for I can +see a lump. What is it?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<p>Before Herbert could answer, if he had wanted to, the bell rang and the +two children, and some others who were straggling along, had to run so +they would not be late. Then, for a time, Madeline forgot what it was +her brother was bringing to school under his coat.</p> + +<p>Just before recess, his teacher, looking down toward Herbert, sitting +near Dick and Arnold, called out:</p> + +<p>"What have you there, Herbert? What are you showing to the other boys +under your desk?"</p> + +<p>"It—it's a Monkey!" answered Madeline's brother.</p> + +<p>"A <i>monkey</i>!" exclaimed the teacher.</p> + +<p>"Yes. It's my birthday Monkey," went on the little boy.</p> + +<p>"Oh! A birthday monkey!" the teacher said again. "I think I had better +call the janitor and have him take care of your <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>monkey for you," and +she started toward the door.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no'm! He isn't a live monkey," said Herbert. "He's just a toy one, +on a stick."</p> + +<p>"Herbert, you may bring me that Monkey," the teacher said, and Herbert, +very red in the face, walked up to the platform on which stood his +teacher's desk. In his hand Herbert carried his Monkey on a Stick.</p> + +<p>"Where did you get this?" his teacher asked, as she took the toy from +Herbert and laid it on top of her desk.</p> + +<p>"I got it for my birthday," he answered. "This morning."</p> + +<p>"But why did you bring it to school?" went on the teacher. "You are +nearly always a good boy. Why did you bring your Monkey to school, +Herbert?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I—I just wanted to show him to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> Arnold and Dick," was the answer. +"We're going to have a show, and my Monkey is going to be in it. I +brought him to school under my coat!"</p> + +<p>"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Madeline, before she thought what she was saying. "I +saw something under his coat, and I thought it was his books. Oh! Oh! +And it was his Monkey!"</p> + +<p>All the children laughed when Madeline said this, and even the teacher +could not help smiling. But she said:</p> + +<p>"Silence, please, children. We must keep on with our lessons. And, +Herbert, it was wrong of you to bring your Monkey to school and take him +out to show to other boys. As a little punishment I shall keep your toy +in my desk until after school to-night. Then you may have him back."</p> + +<p>"Yes'm," returned Herbert, still rather <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>red in the face. He went back +to his desk, and the other children went on with their lessons.</p> + +<p>The teacher put the Monkey on a Stick inside a big drawer.</p> + +<p>"Well, this is the first of my adventures since I went to sleep in the +store and awakened in Herbert's house," thought the Monkey to himself, +as he found that he was shut up inside the teacher's desk. "I wondered +what Herbert was going to do with me when he slipped me under his coat +at the breakfast table. Now I must see what we have here."</p> + +<p>It was not very dark inside the drawer of the teacher's desk. Enough +light came through the keyhole for the Monkey to see, and, among other +things, he noticed a bottle of ink and a small Doll. He was pleased to +see the Doll.</p> + +<p>"Oh, here is a toy like myself!" said <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>the Monkey, speaking in a +whisper. "How do you do?" he went on, sitting up and bowing to his new +acquaintance. "Are you any relation to the Sawdust Doll?" he asked +politely.</p> + +<p>"I'm a second or third cousin," was the answer. "She is stuffed with +sawdust, but I am stuffed with cotton."</p> + +<p>"Then I will call you Miss Cotton Doll," went on the Monkey. "What +brought you here? Were you so bad in school that you had to be shut up +in a desk?"</p> + +<p>"No, not exactly. But a little girl named Mary brought me in her school +bag yesterday, and she took me out in the study hour, and the teacher +said it was wrong. So she took me away from the little girl named Mary."</p> + +<p>"I thought Mary brought a lamb to school," said the Monkey on a Stick, +who, having lived in a toy store, of course knew <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>all about toy books +and Mother Goose verses.</p> + +<p>"That was another Mary," went on the Cotton Doll. "Besides Mary didn't +<i>bring</i> the lamb to school, it <i>followed</i> her one day."</p> + +<p>"Oh, so it did—I had forgotten," went on the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"But my Mary <i>brought</i> me to school," said the Cotton Doll, "and her +teacher took me away. She put me in this desk drawer; the teacher did."</p> + +<p>"Well, now we're here, let's have some fun," said the Monkey to the +Cotton Doll after a bit. "We are all alone by ourselves, and we can do +as we please. Let's look around and play. We can't stand up, as the +drawer isn't high enough, but we can crawl on our knees. Let's see what +else is here."</p> + +<p>"All right," agreed the Cotton Doll.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> So while the teacher was hearing +the lessons of Herbert, Madeline and the other boys and girls, the +Monkey (crawling off his stick for the time being) and the Cotton Doll +went creeping on their hands and knees around the drawer.</p> + +<p>"Let's look in the bottle of ink," proposed the Monkey, as he crawled +near it, and began pulling at the cork.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't do that!" cried the Cotton Doll, in a whisper, of course. +"Don't open it! You'll get all black!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, if it's black ink, I know what we can do!" said the Monkey. "We can +black up like colored minstrels, and have a little show in here by +ourselves. I'll black your face with the ink, and you can black mine, +though I am pretty brown now."</p> + +<p>"But I don't want my face blacked with ink!" cried the Cotton Doll, as +the Monkey <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>took the cork from the bottle. "I don't want to be a +minstrel!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, but you must!" insisted the Monkey, laughing, and, catching hold of +the Cotton Doll in one hand, he tilted up the ink bottle in the other, +and dipped in the end of his tail.</p> + +<p>"Now I'll paint you nice and black!" he laughed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't! Please don't!" begged the Cotton Doll, as she tried to get +away from the Monkey. But she couldn't, for he held her tightly, and the +inky end of the tail was coming nearer and nearer to her face.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h3>THE JANITOR'S HOUSE</h3> + + +<p>"There you are! Oh, how funny you look!" chattered the Monkey on a Stick +in a whisper to the Cotton Doll, as they were both shut up together in +the teacher's desk. "You don't know how funny you look! If I only had a +looking-glass I'd show you!"</p> + +<p>"I don't care! I think you're real mean!" said the Cotton Doll. "Don't +you dare put any more ink on me!"</p> + +<p>"I guess I've got enough on you now!" laughed the Monkey. "There's a +spot on your nose, one on your chin, and one on each of your cheeks." As +he spoke the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> Monkey put the cork back in the ink bottle and wiped the +inky end of his tail off on a piece of blotting paper in the desk.</p> + +<p>"What's that you say?" cried the Cotton Doll. "Did you dare put ink on +my nose, on my chin and my cheeks?"</p> + +<p>"That's what I did, just for fun!" chattered the mischievous Monkey. +And, really, he had done just that. Oh, he was a regular "cut-up" when +he was by himself, that Monkey was.</p> + +<p>"I must look terrible!" said the poor Cotton Doll, and, raising her +hands, she rubbed them over her face. She felt the wet spots where the +Monkey had daubed her with ink.</p> + +<p>"Oh! aren't you mean?" cried the Cotton Doll. "My little girl mistress +will never like me again when the teacher gives me back to her. I'm all +spoiled!"</p> + +<p>"No, you just look funny!" laughed <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>the Monkey. "You looked funny when I +put ink spots on you, but now you look funnier than ever, 'cause you've +spread the ink all around, and made big splotches of it. Oh, my! Excuse +me while I laugh!" he cried, and he wiggled and twisted around on the +bottom of the drawer, laughing in whispers at the funny look on the face +of the Cotton Doll.</p> + +<p>"You're too mean for anything!" said the Doll to the Monkey, and she was +almost ready to cry. But she happened to think that if she shed any +tears they would wash down through the ink on her cheeks and make her +look queerer than ever. So she did not cry.</p> + +<p>"I'm never going to speak to you again, so there!" exclaimed the Cotton +Doll, and she would have stamped her foot if there had been room for her +to stand up in the desk drawer—which there wasn't. So she <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>just banged +her heels on the bottom of it.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'll be good!" promised the Monkey. "I won't put any more ink on +you, and I'll see if I can get some of it off on this piece of blotting +paper. I blotted my tail on it."</p> + +<p>He tried to clean the Doll's face, but, by this time, the ink had dried, +and you know how hard it is to get dried ink off your fingers after you +have written a letter. Well, it was this way with the Cotton Doll. The +ink stayed on her face.</p> + +<p>"Well, if you have ink on your face I've also got some on the end of my +tail, where I dipped it into the bottle," said the Monkey chap, thinking +to cheer up the Doll by this.</p> + +<p>"Yes, but the ink doesn't show on your brown tail as it does on my white +face," said the Doll. "However, there is no use crying over spilled +milk, I suppose," she <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>went on. "Only if you do such a thing again I'll +never speak to you as long as I live!"</p> + +<p>"I'll never do it again," said the Monkey in a sorrowful voice. "Now +let's have some fun. You tell me some of your adventures and I'll tell +you some of mine. Did you ever live in a store?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, that's where I came from," answered the Doll.</p> + +<p>"And was there a Calico Clown in your store, who was always asking what +it was that made more noise than a pig under a gate?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"No. But there was a Jumping Jack who was always trying to see how high +he could kick, and one day he nearly kicked my hat off," said the Cotton +Doll. "But tell me, please, some of your adventures."</p> + +<p>The Monkey was just starting to tell how the Calico Clown's red and +yellow <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>trousers were burned in the gas jet one day, when, all of a +sudden, there was a great noise and commotion in the schoolroom. The +Monkey and the Doll could not tell what had caused it, though the Monkey +did try to look out through the keyhole.</p> + +<p>"Can you see anything?" asked the Doll.</p> + +<p>"I can see some water dripping down," answered the long-tailed chap, +"and the teacher and the children are running around as fast as +anything."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I wonder what has happened!" exclaimed the Doll. And just then she +and the Monkey on a Stick heard the teacher say:</p> + +<p>"Run out quickly, children! Run out, all of you. A water pipe has burst +and there's a regular rain storm inside our nice schoolroom."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Please can't I have my Monkey on a Stick before I go out?" asked +Herbert. "You put him in your desk, Teacher!"</p> + +<p>"And I want my knife you took away, please!" called another boy.</p> + +<p>"We have no time for those things, now," the teacher said. "The water is +coming down fast, and we'll all be wet through if we stay. The Monkey, +knife and other things will be all right in my desk. Get your hats, and +pass out quickly. More pipes may burst and flood the school.</p> + +<p>"Go home, children, all of you," said the teacher. "To-morrow the pipes +will be mended, and, if the school is dry enough, we will go on with our +lessons. But run home now."</p> + +<p>You may well imagine that most of the boys and girls were glad of the +holiday that had come to them so unexpectedly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> But Herbert felt sorry; +that he had to leave his Monkey on a Stick in school. When he reached +home he acted so strangely that his mother wanted to know what the +matter was.</p> + +<p>Of course Herbert had to tell that he had taken his Monkey to school, +and he also had to tell what had happened afterward.</p> + +<p>"Of course you did wrong," said Herbert's mother, "and you must suffer a +little punishment."</p> + +<p>"What kind of punishment?" asked Herbert.</p> + +<p>"The punishment of not having your Monkey," was the answer.</p> + +<p>And now we must see what happened to the Monkey on a Stick.</p> + +<p>"What do you imagine will happen next?" asked the Doll of the Monkey, +for they had heard what had been said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't know," was the answer. "But if we are left alone here in the +room we can get out of the desk and have some fun."</p> + +<p>"Oh, so we can!" cried the Doll. "I'm tired of being shut up here. Can +you open the desk, Mr. Monkey?"</p> + +<p>"I think so," was the reply.</p> + +<p>The Monkey was just going to raise the lid, by prying under it with the +long stick up and down which he climbed, when, all of a sudden, there +was a noise in the room.</p> + +<p>"Some one is coming!" whispered the Doll.</p> + +<p>"I hear them," said the Monkey. He looked out through the keyhole and +saw a man wading through the water toward the desk. "I guess it's the +night watchman," went on the Monkey in a whisper.</p> + +<p>"We don't have a night watchman in school," whispered back the Doll. +"But <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>we have a janitor. Maybe it's the janitor coming."</p> + +<p>And so it was. The janitor had shut off some of the water in the broken +pipes, and he was going about from room to room to see how much damage +had been done. He walked up to the desk inside of which the Monkey and +Doll had been placed.</p> + +<p>"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the janitor, and the Monkey and the Doll +heard him. "There's ink running out of the drawer of the teacher's desk! +Ink running out of her desk, and water running out of the broken pipes! +Sure the school had bad luck to-day! But I must see about this ink. It +may spoil everything in the drawer. The bottle must have been upset and +the cork came out when the teacher and children were running around +after the pipes burst."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Monkey turned away from the keyhole and looked at the bottle of ink. +Surely enough, it lay on its side, and the cork was out. A stream of +black liquid was running out of the bottle, dripping down through a +crack in the teacher's desk.</p> + +<p>"Oh, do you suppose you did that?" asked the Doll in a whisper of the +Monkey.</p> + +<p>"I—I guess maybe I did," he answered. "After I dipped my tail in the +ink and marked your face, maybe I didn't put the cork back in tightly +enough. And when I jumped around, to see what all the racket was about, +I must have knocked the bottle over."</p> + +<p>The janitor opened the lid of the desk, at the same time saying:</p> + +<p>"I'd better take the teacher's things out and keep them for her until +morning.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> What with the ink and water, everything may be spoiled."</p> + +<p>A bright light shone in on the Monkey and the Doll when the top of the +desk was opened by the janitor. Of course both the toys kept very still +as soon as the janitor looked at them. This was the rule, as I have told +you in the other books.</p> + +<p>It did not take the school janitor long to cork the ink bottle and stop +any more of the black fluid running out.</p> + +<p>"Well, well!" said the janitor, looking at the ink-splashed Doll and the +ink-tipped Monkey. "I'll take these two toys home and maybe my little +girl can clean them. Then I'll bring them back to school to-morrow, and +the teacher can give them to whoever owns them. Yes, I'll take the +Monkey and Doll home to my house."</p> + +<p>And this the janitor did. He stuffed <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>the Monkey on a Stick, and also +the Cotton Doll, into his pocket, taking care, of course, not to break +them, and then, having cleaned from the room as much of the water as he +could, the janitor went home.</p> + +<p>"Look what I've brought you," he said to his little girl, as he took the +Monkey and the Doll out of his pocket on reaching home.</p> + +<p>"Oh, aren't they funny!" cried the little girl, dancing up and down. +"May I have them to keep?"</p> + +<p>"Gracious me! what is going to happen now?" thought the Monkey on a +Stick.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2> + +<h3>A QUEER RIDE</h3> + + +<p>"Look out for the ink on the Doll's face," said the janitor to his +little girl, as he handed her the toy. "And see, the Monkey also has ink +on the end of his tail. I brought them home to you, to see if you could +clean them."</p> + +<p>"Oh, then I can't keep them!" exclaimed the little girl in a sad voice. +"And they are so cute, too, even if they are covered with ink! How did +it happen?"</p> + +<p>"A water pipe burst in the school, and there was so much running around +that an ink bottle in the teacher's desk got up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>set, I suppose, and then +the ink splashed on the Monkey and the Doll," said the janitor.</p> + +<p>"But how did they get in the teacher's desk?" the little girl wanted to +know.</p> + +<p>"I guess she must have taken them away from the children who had them +out, playing with them during lesson time," answered the janitor. And he +was right about that, as we know, but he was wrong about the bottle of +ink.</p> + +<p>"But perhaps you can clean them," said the janitor to his little girl. +"That's why I brought the toys home to you."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I can wash the Doll's face with soap and water," answered the +little girl. "But I don't believe I can get the ink off the Monkey's +tail. He's made of plush, and ink stains that very badly."</p> + +<p>Then she got a basin of soap and water and began to wash the Doll's +face. In a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>little while the ink spots began to fade away, for the +Doll's head was of porcelain, though she was stuffed with cotton.</p> + +<p>"It's going to leave the Doll a little darker color, though," said the +little girl to her father. "I can't get her as nice and white as she was +at first."</p> + +<p>"Well, never mind, you can pretend she went to the seashore and got +tanned," said the janitor, laughing. "Did you get the ink out of the +Monkey's tail?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"No, it won't come out," was the answer, and it would not. The ink on +the tail of the Monkey on a Stick was there to stay, so it seemed.</p> + +<p>"There! Just see what happened by your fooling!" said the Doll to the +Monkey a little later, when they were left alone for a few minutes. "My +face will always be dark, and your tail will be inky."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I don't so much mind about my tail," answered the Monkey. "I think it +will be rather stylish to have it dark and inky on the end. But I am +sorry about your face. I never thought about the ink staying on or I +never would have daubed you the way I did."</p> + +<p>"Well, don't feel too bad about it," advised the Doll, with a smile. "I +just happened to remember that it is stylish to be tanned. All the other +dolls and toys will think I have spent a vacation at the seashore, as +the janitor says. Really, after I get used to it, I shall be glad you +put the ink on me."</p> + +<p>But the Monkey still felt sorry.</p> + +<p>That night the janitor's little girl played with the Monkey on a Stick, +making him do all sorts of funny tricks. He would climb up when she +pulled the string, and sometimes he would just stand up on <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>the top of +his stick, almost as straight as the Bold Tin Soldier.</p> + +<p>Then, again, he would turn over backward and slide down head first to +the bottom of the pole. Another time he would tumble forward and slide +down the other way, turning somersaults on the trip.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I just love this Monkey!" said the little girl.</p> + +<p>In the morning the janitor took back to school in his pocket the Monkey +and the Doll.</p> + +<p>"Be sure and bring them to me again, if nobody wants them!" called the +little girl, who had almost got the Doll's face clean.</p> + +<p>"I will," her father promised.</p> + +<p>The school was all right again the next day. The broken pipes had been +mended, and the boys and girls could come back to their lessons. The +teacher in the room <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>where Herbert, Dick and their friends studied was +much surprised when the janitor gave her the Doll and the Monkey, and +told about finding them in her desk with an upset bottle of ink. He +related how he had taken them home over -night for safe keeping.</p> + +<p>"And so your little girl cleaned them," said the teacher. "That was very +good of her, and I am going to make her happy. You may take back to her +this doll, with the make-believe tanned face."</p> + +<p>"Are you really going to give my little girl the doll?" asked the +janitor.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the teacher. "The little girl from whom I took the doll +is not coming back to this school any more, and her mother sent word I +might give the doll away. So I'll give her to your little girl."</p> + +<p>"That is very kind of you," said the janitor. "My little girl will be +happy."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Monkey was put back in the desk until after school. Then Herbert was +called up.</p> + +<p>"Here is your Monkey on a Stick, Herbert," said the teacher. "You must +not bring him to school again."</p> + +<p>"No'm, I won't!" promised the little boy.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry he got that blot of ink on the end of his tail," went on the +teacher.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't mind," said Herbert, with a smile. "He can climb his stick +just the same."</p> + +<p>And the Monkey really could. The ink on his tail didn't bother him a +bit. Up and down the stick he went, when Herbert pulled the string, and +even the teacher had to laugh, the Monkey was so funny.</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad I have my Monkey back!" thought Herbert as he ran along the +street.</p> + +<p>All the other boys and girls were ahead <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>of him, as he had been kept in +a little while after school to get his toy back. All at once, as Herbert +was passing a candy store, he saw, coming out of it, Dick, the boy who +owned the White Rocking Horse.</p> + +<p>"Oh, hello, Herbert!" called Dick, giving his friend a piece of candy. +"So you have your Monkey back!"</p> + +<p>"Yes," Herbert answered. "I stayed in to get him."</p> + +<p>"I know how we can have some fun with him," went on Dick.</p> + +<p>"How?" Herbert wanted to know.</p> + +<p>"We can give him a ride on the back of our dog Carlo," went on Dick. "We +can take the Monkey off the stick, and tie him on Carlo's back. Then +Carlo will run and the Monkey will have a fine ride."</p> + +<p>The two boys hurried down the street toward Dick's house.</p> + +<p>"This world is full of surprises,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> thought the Monkey. "I wonder what +my toy friends in the store would think if they knew I was going to have +a ride on a dog's back. What a wonderful adventure it may be!"</p> + +<p>The Monkey was not afraid. He was a courageous chap, almost as brave as +the Bold Tin Soldier. One has to be brave to climb up and down a stick +day after day, and turn somersaults from the top; I think.</p> + +<p>"How can we make my Monkey stay on your Carlo's back?" asked Herbert, as +they reached Dick's house.</p> + +<p>"We can tie him on, same as my sister once tied her Sawdust Doll to the +back of the Lamb on Wheels," Dick answered.</p> + +<p>"And maybe, some day, we can have a little show," said Herbert.</p> + +<p>"What kind of show?" Dick asked, as he ate the last piece of candy he +had <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>bought on his way from school, having shared some with Herbert.</p> + +<p>"Oh, a show with my Monkey in it, and your Rocking Horse, and Arnold's +Tin Soldiers, and Mirabell's Lamb and Madeline's Candy Rabbit," Herbert +replied.</p> + +<p>"Here, Carlo! Carlo!" called Dick. "Come and give Herbert's Monkey a +ride on your back."</p> + +<p>Carlo came running up, wagging his tail. He liked to play with the boys, +and he did not make a bit of fuss when Dick and Herbert tied the Monkey +on his back. Of course the Monkey was taken off his stick for this +strange ride. He was tied on with bits of string, as the boys had plenty +of this in their pockets.</p> + +<p>"Hold still a minute, Carlo!" called Dick, for the dog was wiggling and +twisting around. "Hold still and we'll soon be ready."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> + +<p>"How are you going to make him run, after we get the Monkey fastened on +his back?" asked Herbert.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's easy," Dick answered. "We'll just run down the meadow toward +the brook and he'll follow us all right. He'll give the Monkey a fine +ride, won't you, Carlo?"</p> + +<p>"Bow wow!" barked the dog, which, I suppose, was his way of saying: +"Yes!"</p> + +<p>"Well, I surely hope nothing serious will happen," thought the Monkey, +as he found himself being tied on the dog's fuzzy back. "I have had many +adventures, but never one like this. I hope nothing terrible happens!"</p> + +<p>In another minute the boys tied the last knot. There sat the Monkey, off +his stick, on Carlo's back.</p> + +<p>"Come on, now!" cried Dick, and he and Herbert started to run.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p>With a bark Carlo took after them, the Monkey bobbing backward and +forward on the dog's back.</p> + +<p>"As long as they can't very well see me, I'll grab hold of the dog's +hair in my hands," said the Monkey. "In that way I can hold on better. +Some of the strings may break."</p> + +<p>He clutched his hands tightly in the dog's hair. Carlo ran faster and +faster after the boys.</p> + +<p>"Don't go so quick!" begged the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Bow wow! I have to!" barked Carlo.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I know something dreadful will happen!" exclaimed the Monkey. "I +just know it!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER V</h2> + +<h3>MONKEYSHINES</h3> + + +<p>Over the green meadow, with the Monkey on his back, ran Carlo the dog. +In front of the dog raced Herbert and Dick, now and then looking back +and laughing. It was great fun for the boys to see the Monkey having a +ride on the dog's back. And, to tell the truth, Carlo and the Monkey +were enjoying it themselves.</p> + +<p>"Do I hurt you, holding on this way?" asked the Monkey of Carlo, +grasping tightly the dog's woolly back. "Do I pull your hair any?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, not much," Carlo barked in an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>swer. "I don't mind a little pull +like that."</p> + +<p>"You see I'm so afraid of falling off and breaking my tail, or something +like that," went on the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Well, you're tied on, so I don't believe you'll fall," replied the dog. +"Those boys are used to tying things. Once they tied Madeline's Candy +Rabbit on the end of a kite tail, and he nearly went to the moon, I +guess."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I heard about that," said the Monkey. "Only I heard it was a +star, not the moon."</p> + +<p>And then he noticed that he was tied on rather tightly, and he felt +there was not much chance of his falling. So he did not hold so hard to +the dog's back, and Carlo was glad of this.</p> + +<p>Herbert and Dick, looking back to see if Carlo was running after them +(which <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>indeed he was) saw the Monkey bobbing to and fro on the dog's +back.</p> + +<p>"It looks just as if the Monkey was holding on, doesn't it?" asked Dick +of his chum.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it does," admitted Herbert. "Wouldn't it be funny if my Monkey was +<i>really</i> alive, as your dog is, and could ride him whenever he wanted +to?"</p> + +<p>"It would be funny," said Dick. "Very funny!"</p> + +<p>Pretty soon the boys came to a little brook that ran through the meadow. +They stopped on the edge, and looked down into the water in which tiny +fishes were swimming.</p> + +<p>"Shall we jump across the brook and run in the field on the other side?" +asked Dick of Herbert.</p> + +<p>"If we do, won't Carlo jump over, too?" asked Herbert. "And if he tries +to jump <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>over, he may fall in and get all wet, and so will my Monkey."</p> + +<p>"Carlo won't mind getting wet!" laughed Dick. "But it might not be good +for your Monkey. Perhaps we'd better stay on this side of the brook, and +then everything will be all right."</p> + +<p>"I think so, too!" agreed Herbert.</p> + +<p>So the two boys did not try to jump over the stream, but waited on the +edge of it for Carlo to catch up to them. Along came the fussy little +dog, barking and yelping, for he did not like to be left very far +behind. And on his back, still bobbing about, was the Monkey on a Stick. +No, I am wrong. The Monkey was not on his Stick just then. Herbert had +taken him off to give him a ride. It was easy to take the Monkey off his +Stick and put him back on.</p> + +<p>Up ran Carlo; and as soon as he saw the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>brook full of water what did +that little dog do but start to run right into it!</p> + +<p>"Oh, look out! Stop him!" cried Herbert. "He'll get my Monkey all wet +and spoil him!"</p> + +<p>"Come back, Carlo! Come back!" ordered Dick, making a jump toward his +pet.</p> + +<p>But Carlo had no idea of going too deep into the brook. He just wanted +to get a drink. So he waded in only a little way, stopping just before +the dangling feet of the Monkey would have got wet.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I guess he isn't going to roll in the water," said Dick. "Sometimes +he does that—just rolls right over in it like a fish."</p> + +<p>"If he did that now, with my Monkey on his back, he'd spoil him," said +Herbert. "I'm glad he didn't."</p> + +<p>Carlo lapped the cool water up with his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>red tongue, and then he waded +out of the brook and toward the boys. He seemed to be asking them:</p> + +<p>"What shall we do next? That was fun—giving the Monkey a ride. But what +shall we do next?"</p> + +<p>"I know what we can do," said Dick to Herbert, after they had sailed +some little make-believe ships in the brook, while Carlo lay in the +grass on the bank. "We can take your Monkey and my dog down the street. +People will see him and laugh. Shall we do that?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. Let's do it!" exclaimed Herbert.</p> + +<p>Once more the boys started to run across the meadow, and Carlo, seeing +them go, and not wanting to be left behind, started after them with a +"bow-wow." The Monkey was still on his back.</p> + +<p>The two boys were almost across the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> meadow, and were thinking what fun +it would be to see the dog going down the street, giving the Monkey a +ride, when, all of a sudden, Carlo saw a cat.</p> + +<p>Now you know what dogs do when they see cats. They chase them, just for +fun, you understand. And this is what Carlo did—he raced after this cat +as fast as he could go.</p> + +<p>"Carlo!" chattered the Monkey.</p> + +<p>Now, somehow or other, the strings by which the boys had fastened the +Monkey on the back of the dog had become loosened. One knot after +another came undone, and the Monkey felt himself slipping.</p> + +<p>"Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute, Carlo!" cried the Monkey, for he +could talk now, being out of hearing of the boys. "Wait! Wait!" cried +the Monkey. "I am falling off!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>"I can't wait!" barked Carlo. "I must get that cat!"</p> + +<p>On he ran, faster than before. Dick and Herbert saw him, and Dick cried:</p> + +<p>"Oh, look at my dog chasing a cat. Let's see if he gets her."</p> + +<p>So they ran after the dog.</p> + +<p>Faster and faster went Carlo, and the strings that held the Monkey on +became looser and looser until, at last, they slipped off altogether, +and down fell the Monkey into the grass.</p> + +<p>The grass was tall and thick, and at the moment when the Monkey fell +Dick and Herbert were down in a sort of little valley, and they did not +see what had happened. So the Monkey fell off the dog's back before they +noticed it.</p> + +<p>As for Carlo, all he was thinking of was getting the cat. And the boys +went after him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<p>On all sides of the Monkey was green grass, nice and soft. A little +farther off were some trees. The Monkey could see them as he looked over +the top of the grass.</p> + +<p>"I wish I could climb one of those trees," said the toy Monkey half +aloud. "I've been climbing up and down a stick so long that I am rather +tired of it. I think I ought to climb trees."</p> + +<p>The Monkey was beginning to feel strange. It was the first time he had +ever been by himself, alone in a green field, with the warm sun shining +on him.</p> + +<p>"I feel just like doing something!" said the Monkey, speaking out loud +this time, though he could see no one to whom he might talk. "I'm going +to cut up! Hi yi!" he shouted. "I'm going to jump and turn somersaults +and everything."</p> + +<p>And with that he began leaping about <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>on the soft, green grass. He +jumped this way and that. He jumped forward and backward and he turned +front somersaults and backward somersaults.</p> + +<p>Then, all of a sudden, a voice called, saying:</p> + +<p>"What in the world are you doing, my friend?"</p> + +<p>The Monkey stopped short, and flipped his tail from side to side.</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't see you, and I don't know who you are," he said, "but if +you want to know what I'm doing, I'm cutting up Monkeyshines! That's +what I'm doing! Cutting up Monkeyshines!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<h3>IN A CAVE</h3> + + +<p>Out from under a large, green leaf, underneath which he had been +sitting, crawled a long green creature. The green creature looked at the +brown Monkey, who, after jumping about, sat down on a little hummock of +grass to rest.</p> + +<p>"What did you say you were doing?" asked the bug.</p> + +<p>"Cutting up Monkeyshines," was the answer. "We Monkeys, whether we are +toys or not, call our fun 'Monkeyshines,' and I thought I'd cut up a few +while I was here by myself. I didn't know you minded."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, bless you, I don't mind," said the green creature. "I like to watch +you. It is fun. You are quite a jumper, and I am something of a jumper +myself."</p> + +<p>"Who are you?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"I'm a Grasshopper," was the answer. "I live here in this green meadow +and sing songs all day long."</p> + +<p>"I am glad to meet you, Mr. Grasshopper," said the Monkey. "Singing +songs must be nice."</p> + +<p>So the Monkey and the Grasshopper sat there talking together. The Monkey +told the different things that had happened to him from the time he had +awakened in a box on the breakfast table until he fell off Carlo's back.</p> + +<p>"Do you have any adventures here in the meadow?" asked the chap who had +been cutting up Monkeyshines.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, we have had things happen <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>here," said the Grasshopper. "Of +course they are not as exciting as those you have told me about. But we +rather like them. Do you want to——"</p> + +<p>But just then something began running through the tall grass a short +distance away from where the Monkey sat on a hummock. At first the +Monkey thought it was Carlo, the dog, coming back, but in another moment +he saw a pink nose and two long, flapping ears.</p> + +<p>He knew then it was not Carlo, but he thought it was another friend of +his, so the Monkey called:</p> + +<p>"I say! Hold on there a minute! I want to talk to you, my friend! Wait, +can't you?"</p> + +<p>"Who is it?" asked the Grasshopper, stretching out one long hind leg. +"Who do you see?"</p> + +<p>"My friend, the Candy Rabbit," was <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>the answer. "He just ran through the +grass."</p> + +<p>"That isn't a Candy Rabbit," said the Grasshopper.</p> + +<p>"Who is it, then?" asked the Monkey, in surprise.</p> + +<p>"That's Jack Hare, a real, live rabbit who lives in the meadow here," +was the reply. "He wouldn't like it if you called him a Candy Rabbit."</p> + +<p>The grass waved to and fro, and a moment later a big, white rabbit came +jumping through, and sat down on his hind legs near the big leaf on +which the Grasshopper was perched. The Monkey could see that this rabbit +was different from the one made of candy. This bunny was larger, and his +nose was not so pink. His ears, too, were bigger.</p> + +<p>"Hello, who's your friend, Mr. Grasshopper?" asked Jack Hare.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p>"He is a stranger in our meadow," was the answer. "I just met him. He +was cutting up some—er—polishes, I think he said."</p> + +<p>"Shines! Shines! Monkeyshines, not polishes, though they are somewhat +alike," explained the Monkey. "I cut some Monkeyshines after I fell off +a dog's back."</p> + +<p>"A dog! Good gracious! Don't tell me there's a <i>dog</i> around here!" +exclaimed Jack Hare, looking quickly over his shoulder. "A dog will +chase me as soon as he will a cat. I guess I'd better be going."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't be afraid," said the Monkey. "The dog I mean is Carlo. He is +chasing a cat now, and so he won't come here."</p> + +<p>The Grasshopper and the Live Rabbit sat looking at the Monkey. Soon, +from under another leaf, came hopping a black bug not quite as large as +the green one.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> The black bug wiggled her legs and chirped cheerfully:</p> + +<p>"Well, well! Whom have we here?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, this is Mr. Monkey Shine," said the Grasshopper. "Allow me to +introduce you to Mr. Monkey Shine, Miss Cricket!" and the green creature +nodded from one to the other.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me, I am Monkey on a Stick, not Monkey Shine, though I do cut up +shines once in a while," said the jolly chap who had fallen off Carlo's +back. "That is my right name—Monkey on a Stick."</p> + +<p>"I'm pleased to meet you," chirped the Cricket. "Welcome to our meadow, +Monkey on a Stick."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," replied the Monkey.</p> + +<p>Then the Grasshopper, the Live Rabbit and the Cricket sat and looked at +the Monkey, and, after a while, he cut some more Monkeyshines for them, +even stand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>ing on his head and waving his tail in the air.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if I could do that," said Jack Hare. "I'm going to try."</p> + +<p>"Better not," warned the Monkey. "In turning over you might break off +your ears."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my ears are not made of candy. They will bend, and not break," said +Jack Hare. "Here goes! I'm going to turn a somersault just as you did. +Maybe I can cut some Monkeyshines, too!"</p> + +<p>Well, the Live Rabbit tried, but I can not say that he did it very well. +First he fell over to one side, and then he fell to the other side. And +once he got stuck in the middle, standing on his head with his ears +lying flat along the ground and his legs sticking up in the air.</p> + +<p>"Go on over! Why don't you turn all the way over?" asked the +Grasshopper.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 276px;"> +<img src="images/072.jpg" width="276" height="400" alt="Monkey Does Some "Monkey Shines."" title="Monkey Does Some "Monkey Shines."" /> +</div> +<div class='center'>Monkey Does Some "Monkey Shines."<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><a href='#Page_65'><i>Page</i> 65</a></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I—I can't!" answered the Live Rabbit. "I seem to be stuck half way! If +one of you would be so kind as to give me a push, or a pull, I might +finish my somersault. Come on, help me!"</p> + +<p>"I'll help you," kindly said the Monkey. He took hold of the Live +Rabbit's hind legs and gave him a push. Over went Jack Hare, finishing +his somersault, though not doing it very well.</p> + +<p>The Live Rabbit thanked the Monkey on a Stick for what he had done and +then said:</p> + +<p>"Since you have come to our meadow would you not like to visit my +house?"</p> + +<p>"Where do you live?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"In a burrow, or underground house, called a cave," answered the Rabbit. +"Perhaps you may not like it, but we Bunnies think it rather nice. Will +you <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>come to my cave, and visit the other Rabbits?"</p> + +<p>"I should love to," said the Monkey. "But you see I belong to a little +boy named Herbert. He got me for a birthday present, and he and Dick +tied me on the dog's back. I fell off and the two boys may come back +here to look for me. If I should go to your cave they might come here, +and, not finding me, might think I had left them forever. I like +Herbert, and as his friends have some of the other toys with whom I used +to live in the store, I want to stay with him."</p> + +<p>"That is easily managed," said the Grasshopper. "You go and visit Jack +Hare's cave, Mr. Monkey. Miss Cricket and I will stay here, and if we +see the boys and the dog coming back, looking for you, we'll hop over +and tell you."</p> + +<p>So it was planned that the Monkey <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>should visit the Rabbit's cave, and +if by any chance, Herbert and Dick came back, the Grasshopper and +Cricket would bring word to the Monkey, who could quickly hop back.</p> + +<p>"Come along, Mr. Monkey," called the Rabbit, and soon the two new +friends were jumping through the grass together. The Monkey was off his +stick, and so he could get along quite well, though not quite so fast as +Jack Hare. But the Rabbit took short jumps and did not get too far +ahead, waiting for the Monkey to catch up to him.</p> + +<p>"Here we are at my cave," said Jack Hare at length, stopping in front of +a hole in the ground.</p> + +<p>"Oh, so this is where you live, is it?" asked the Monkey. He had hopped +across the green meadow through the grass after his new friend.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Yes, we'll go down in now, and meet Mrs. Hare and the children," went +on the Live Rabbit. "Mind your step, and don't fall. It's rather steep +until you get inside."</p> + +<p>"And it's dark, too," said the Monkey, following the Rabbit down the +hole into the ground. "How in the world do you see?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I forgot you aren't like us animals, and can not see quite so well +in the dark," said the Live Rabbit. "Just a moment, I'll turn on the +lamps."</p> + +<p>He stopped and gave three thumps with, his feet on the earthen sides of +the cave. Instantly a soft glow shone all around, and the Monkey could +see very well indeed.</p> + +<p>"Do you have electric lights?" he asked in surprise.</p> + +<p>"No. These are lightning bugs," was <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>the Rabbit's answer. "I keep them +to make the place bright when strangers come. We Rabbits don't need +light ourselves, for we can see in the dark."</p> + +<p>"Some of the toys can, also," said the Monkey. "But I am not very good +at that sort of thing yet. I like light. We had gas and electricity at +the toy store."</p> + +<p>The Monkey followed the Live Rabbit on down through the winding burrow. +It twisted and turned, this way and that, now to the right and now to +the left. Here and there, clinging to the earthen sides, were lightning +bugs, which made the place so bright that the Monkey did not stumble +once.</p> + +<p>"But why does it twist and turn so, like a corkscrew?" the Monkey asked +the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"We always build our burrow caves like this, to keep out dogs and other +enemies,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> was the reply. "My real home is still a little farther on. +We'll be there in a moment."</p> + +<p>The Monkey followed on, and soon came to a place where, seated about a +table made from a piece of a flat stump, were several little Rabbit +children and a lady Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"This is my family," said the Live Rabbit. "Mrs. Hare, allow me to +present Mr. Monkey on a Stick, who has come to pay us a visit."</p> + +<p>"Pleased to meet you," said Mrs. Rabbit, bowing low.</p> + +<p>"Hi, Daddy!" called one of the little Rabbits, "where's his stick?"</p> + +<p>And then everybody laughed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<h3>OUT IN THE RAIN</h3> + + +<p>"Please excuse little Johnnie Hare," said Mrs. Hare to the Monkey. "He +didn't mean to be impolite, asking for your stick."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I know," said the Monkey. "He's just like all children—they just +ask what they want to know about. And I suppose it does seem funny to be +a Monkey on a Stick and then not have your stick with you. But I can +tell you where my stick is, Johnnie," said the Monkey to the little +Rabbit chap, and then he related his adventure on Carlo's back.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Oh! Oh!" said all the other <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>little Rabbits, opening wide their +eyes when they heard this story. "Tell us another, please!"</p> + +<p>"We are just going to have dinner," said Mrs. Hare. "Won't you sit down, +Mr. Monkey on a Stick, and take something? We have some nice carrots and +turnips."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, I'll take a little," said the Monkey.</p> + +<p>A little chair, made from a piece of wood gnawed out by Mr. Jack Hare, +was brought up for the Monkey to sit on, and then the Rabbit family and +the visitor gathered around the table and began eating. I can not say +that the little Rabbit children ate much, for they turned around so +often to look at Mr. Monkey, that, half the time, they missed putting +things in their mouths and dropped them on the table.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>But no one minded this, and every one laughed, so there was a most jolly +good time. The lightning bugs kept on glowing, so it was not at all dark +in the cave, though it would have been only for these fireflies. Mr. and +Mrs. Hare had many questions to ask Mr. Monkey on a Stick about his +adventures, and he told them of the Calico Clown, the Sawdust Doll and +others from the toy store, including the Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Just fancy!" exclaimed Mrs. Hare. "A Rabbit made of candy! I'm glad +you're not that kind, Jack."</p> + +<p>"So am I," said her husband. "I'd be afraid, every time I jumped, that +I'd break a leg or an ear, if I were made of candy."</p> + +<p>"Now I must show you our cave house," said Mrs. Hare, when the meal was +finished. "We think it is very nice."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I'm sure it is," returned the Monkey.</p> + +<p>So he was taken about, and he looked at the different burrows, or rooms, +in the cave house of Mr. Jack Hare. There were rooms for the children +Rabbits and rooms for Mr. and Mrs. Hare. In each room were lightning +bugs to give light, though as Mr. Hare said, they were needed only when +company came that could not see well in the dark.</p> + +<p>"We put out every light when Mr. Mole comes," said Mrs. Hare.</p> + +<p>"Why is that?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Because he has no eyes, and doesn't need to see," was the answer. "He +just feels and noses his way around. All darkness is the same to him."</p> + +<p>"Dear me! Well, I like a little light," said the Monkey. "But I think +now, since I have been here quite a while, that I had better go back. +Herbert and Dick <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span>might be walking over the meadow, looking for me, for +they know which way Carlo ran, with me on his back, and they often find +things that are lost—those boys do."</p> + +<p>"Oh, stay just a little longer," urged Mrs. Hare.</p> + +<p>"And tell us another story!" begged Johnnie Hare.</p> + +<p>"Well, I will," said the Monkey, and he did. He told about some of the +funny things that had happened in the toy store—things I have told you +children about in the other books. And the bunny boys and girls liked +the story told by the Monkey on a Stick very much indeed.</p> + +<p>The Monkey enjoyed himself so much in the cave house of Mr. Jack Hare +that he stayed longer than he intended. It was along in the middle of +the afternoon before he came out, and as the Monkey and Mr. Hare reached +the outer opening of the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>burrow the rabbit gentleman knocked on the +ground three times with his hind feet.</p> + +<p>"What's that for?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"To turn off the lightning bugs," was the answer. "No use burning lights +when no one needs them. I'll turn them on if you call again."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, I shall be glad to pay you another visit," said the Monkey. +"But just now I feel that I must get back to where you first saw me. I +want to ask the Grasshopper or Miss Cricket if they have seen the boys +or the dog."</p> + +<p>"Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll not go back with you," said the +Rabbit. "I am not fond of dogs, and they are altogether too fond of me. +Good-bye!"</p> + +<p>Then he hopped away, waving his paw at the Monkey, and the Monkey jumped +through the grass to the place where he had fallen from the dog's back.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p>There he found Mr. Grasshopper and Miss Cricket. They were eating some +of the green things that grew all around them.</p> + +<p>"Have you seen anything of my friends?" asked the Monkey, as he hopped +up and sat on the hummock of grass where he had been resting after +cutting up his Monkeyshines.</p> + +<p>"No, neither the boys nor the dog have been here," said the Grasshopper.</p> + +<p>"But I heard a dog barking," said Miss Cricket. "It may have been the +Carlo you spoke about."</p> + +<p>"And I heard some boys talking," went on the Grasshopper. "They may have +been Dick and Herbert. But they did not come here. Why don't you jump +along until you find them?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I suppose I could do that," agreed the Monkey. "But I'll wait a +little <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>while, and, if they don't come for me, I'll see if I can find +them. As soon as I see them, though, I shall have to stop, and not move. +We toys are not allowed to move or talk as long as human eyes see us."</p> + +<p>"That's a funny rule," said Miss Cricket. "But then you are a funny +fellow, Mr. Monkey on a Stick."</p> + +<p>"If you think I'm funny, you ought to see my friend, the Calico Clown," +said the Monkey. "He's full of jokes and riddles. He has a queer one +about a pig making a noise under a gate."</p> + +<p>"My goodness! why did he do that?" asked the Grasshopper.</p> + +<p>"Do what?" inquired the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Why did the pig make a noise under the gate?" the Grasshopper wanted to +know. "Why couldn't he stay in his pen where he belonged, or in the +barnyard?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p>"That's what the riddle's about, I suppose," said the Monkey. "Anyhow, +none of us can answer, and the Clown's always asking it. If you want to +see some one really funny, meet the Calico Clown."</p> + +<p>After a little more talk among the three friends, the Monkey said he +thought he would hop along and see if he could find the two boys or the +dog.</p> + +<p>"Aren't you afraid, if you find the dog alone, he may bite you?" asked +the Grasshopper.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my, no!" exclaimed the Monkey. "Carlo is a friend of mine. If he +found me he would take me home to Herbert's house. I had even rather +find him than the boys, for I can talk to the dog, and I can't talk to +Dick and Herbert."</p> + +<p>"Well, we wish you luck," chirped the Cricket, and the Grasshopper did +also.</p> + +<p>Away hopped the Monkey, making his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>journey through the tall grass of +the green meadow. The grass was rather high, and he could not see very +well. But he looked the best he could on every side, and, every now and +then, he stopped to listen.</p> + +<p>He wanted to hear the barking of Carlo or the shouts of Dick and +Herbert, who, as he guessed, were, even then, looking for him. But the +boys looked in the wrong place, and, as it happened, the Monkey jumped +in the wrong direction.</p> + +<p>The only creatures the Monkey met were bugs and beetles, butterflies and +birds, grasshoppers and crickets in the grass. They all spoke to him +kindly, and though some of them said they had seen or heard the boys and +the dog, none seemed able to tell the Monkey how to find his friends.</p> + +<p>"And it is getting late, too," said the Monkey to himself, as he looked +up at the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>sky. "Soon the sun will set, and it will be dark. And then it +will be so much the harder for me to find Dick and Herbert and Carlo, or +for them to find me. Well, I suppose I must make the best of it."</p> + +<p>He was a plucky Monkey chap, almost as adventurous as the Bold Tin +Soldier, and he kept jumping on through the tall grass of the meadow. +All at once, as he skipped along, being able to move quite fast now that +he was off his stick, the Monkey stumbled over a stone and fell flat +down.</p> + +<p>"Ouch!" he cried, as he picked himself up. "I hope I haven't broken +anything."</p> + +<p>Very luckily he had not. He was as good as ever, except that his plush +fur was rumpled a bit. But he soon brushed himself smooth again, and he +was about to hop on, when, all at once, he felt a splash of water on his +head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Dear me! is some one squirting water at me from a toy rubber ball or a +water pistol?" exclaimed the Monkey.</p> + +<p>More drops splashed down, dozens and dozens of them. Then the Monkey +looked up and cried:</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's raining! It's pouring! I'll be soaking wet! I'll be drowned +out in the rain without an umbrella or rubbers! Oh, my!"</p> + +<p>And the rain came down harder and harder and <i>harder</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<h3>HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY</h3> + + +<p>Poor Monkey on a Stick! Oh, I forgot! He wasn't on a stick now, was he? +Herbert had the stick, and it was just as well he had, for the Monkey, +being rid of it, could hop around better.</p> + +<p>"And I need to hop around a lot, to keep out of the wet," said the +Monkey to himself, after he had come from the Rabbit's cave and had been +caught in the rain.</p> + +<p>Harder and harder the big drops came pelting down. At first the Monkey +tried to keep dry by crawling under the grass. But, thick and tall as it +was, it was not like an umbrella, and the drops came <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>through. Soon the +Monkey was very wet.</p> + +<p>"I know I'll catch cold!" he said sorrowfully. "I'll get the snuffles! +I'm not used to being soaked like this."</p> + +<p>And, truly, he was not. Since he had been made at the workshop of Santa +Claus, the Monkey had never been out in a rain storm. He had always been +either in the toy factory, the department store, or in some house, and +when he was taken from one place to another he was always well wrapped +up, so it did not matter whether there was snow or rain.</p> + +<p>But now it was different. The Monkey was getting wetter and wetter each +minute.</p> + +<p>"It's the first time I've been in so much water since the janitor's +little girl tried to wash the ink spot off the end of my tail," the +Monkey said.</p> + +<p>Just then he heard a voice calling:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Come over here, Mr. Monkey! Over this way, and you can stand under this +big leaf, which is like an umbrella!"</p> + +<p>"Hello! Who are you?" asked the Monkey, looking around, but seeing no +one. By this time he had crossed the green meadow and was near a little +clump of trees.</p> + +<p>"I am Jack in the Pulpit," was the answer. "I live on the edge of the +woods. There are big fern leaves here under which you can be safe from +the rain. Hop over!"</p> + +<p>So the Monkey hopped through the wet grass until he came close to the +trees in the woods. Then the voice called again:</p> + +<p>"Straight ahead now, and you'll see me!"</p> + +<p>The Monkey looked, and saw a queer little thin green chap, standing up +in the middle of a sort of brown, striped leaf that <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>curled over his +head, just as in some churches the pulpit curls down over the preacher's +head.</p> + +<p>"Who did you say you were?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"I am Jack in the Pulpit," was the answer. "Some folks call me a plant, +and others a flower. They don't know I am really alive, and can come to +life as you toys do. I saw you getting wet, so I called to you. Get +under one of these big, broad fern leaves, and it will keep the rain off +as well as an umbrella."</p> + +<p>Jack in the Pulpit nodded toward a big fern leaf near where he himself +was growing, and in an instant the Monkey had crawled under this +shelter. Truly enough it kept off the rain, the drops pattering down on +the leaf over the Monkey's head as they used to patter on the roof of +the toy store. No longer was he out in the rain.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Thank you for telling me how to keep out of the wet," said the Monkey +to Jack in the Pulpit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you are very welcome," was the answer. "And now please tell me +about yourself and whether you have had any adventures. I love to hear +about adventures."</p> + +<p>So the Monkey told all about himself, even down to the time when he fell +off Carlo's back and visited the cave of Jack Hare.</p> + +<p>"And I suppose Herbert is looking for me now," said the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I hardly think he would be looking for you in all this rain," said +Jack in the Pulpit. "Besides it will soon be night. You had better make +up your mind to stay here until morning. Then the sun will be shining +and you can hop back to the place where you fell off the dog's back.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +Then Herbert and Dick may come along and find you."</p> + +<p>"That's what I'll do," said the Monkey.</p> + +<p>Just as the Jack had said it would, it soon became dark, and it kept on +raining. But the Monkey curled up under the big fern leaf, where it was +nice and dry. Soon the Monkey began to feel warm and sleepy, and, before +he knew it, he was fast asleep.</p> + +<p>In the morning the rain had stopped. The sun came out bright and warm +and dried up the damp grass. Jack in the Pulpit awoke, and, looking over +toward the Monkey, fast asleep under the broad leaf, called:</p> + +<p>"Hi, there, Mr. Monkey! It's morning! Now maybe you can find Herbert, or +he can find you!"</p> + +<p>"Dear me! Morning so soon?" exclaimed the Monkey, stretching out his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>legs. "I must have slept very soundly."</p> + +<p>"Did you dream any?" asked the Jack.</p> + +<p>"Not that I remember," was the answer. "But I am glad the rain has +stopped. Now I'll hop over the meadow, back to the place where I fell +off Carlo's back, and I'll wait there until Herbert comes for me, as I +am sure he will."</p> + +<p>"I shall be sorry to see you go," said Jack, "but I suppose it has to +be. If you ever get back this way again, stop and see me."</p> + +<p>The Monkey said he would and then, smoothing down his plush, he sat out +in the sun awhile to get a little dryer and warmer. He looked at the end +of his tail.</p> + +<p>"The ink is almost washed off," he said. "I am glad of that."</p> + +<p>Then he began to hop across the field, making his way through the tall +grass. He thought he would know it when he <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>came to the place where the +string had come loose, and where he had fallen from Carlo's back, but +the grass looked so much alike all over that the Monkey was beginning to +think he might be lost in it.</p> + +<p>All at once, however, he heard a voice saying:</p> + +<p>"Well, you've come back, have you?"</p> + +<p>The Monkey looked around, and there sat his friend Mr. Grasshopper, and +near him was Miss Cricket.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" cried the Monkey. "I was looking for the +place I first met you—the place where I fell off the dog's back."</p> + +<p>"It is right here," said the Grasshopper. "This is where I first noticed +you. And there is the hummock of grass you sat on."</p> + +<p>Then the Monkey knew he was back at the place he wished to reach. He sat +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>down and talked with the Grasshopper and the Cricket, telling them of +his visit to Jack Hare's cave, and also how he had slept all night under +a leaf near Jack in the Pulpit.</p> + +<p>"Hark!" suddenly called the Grasshopper.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"I think you are going to get your wish," was the Grasshopper's answer. +"I hear boys talking and a dog barking. We had better be going, Miss +Cricket. Good-bye, Mr. Monkey on a Stick!"</p> + +<p>"Good-bye," called the Cricket.</p> + +<p>With that they hopped away. The Monkey listened, and, surely enough, he +heard the barking of a dog and the talking of two boys.</p> + +<p>"It was right about here he must have fallen off," said one boy.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> + +<p>"It might have been farther on," said another boy.</p> + +<p>And just then the grass began to wave from side to side, and through it +came bursting Carlo, the little dog! At once he saw the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Bow wow! Oh, here you are!" barked Carlo. "I thought I should find +you."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you did," said the Monkey. Then the two friends had no further +chance to talk, for Dick and his chum came running along when they heard +the dog bark.</p> + +<p>"Oh, here he is!" cried Herbert. "I've found my lost Monkey. Now I'm +going to put him back on his stick!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER IX</h2> + +<h3>MONKEY IN A TENT</h3> + + +<p>Herbert and Dick, with Carlo the dog, had searched through the meadow +all the afternoon, to find the Monkey, but they did not find him. At +night the two boys had gone to their homes, and Herbert felt sad at +losing his toy.</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said Madeline, as she let Herbert hold her Candy Rabbit, +"to-morrow I'll help you look for your Monkey. Maybe he's hiding down in +the tall grass, as Dorothy's Sawdust Doll once did."</p> + +<p>"Maybe," said Herbert hopefully. But still he felt sad.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> + +<p>The next day he and Dick and Carlo again went to the meadow. They looked +all around, and at last they found the Monkey, as I have told you.</p> + +<p>Of course neither of the boys knew what an adventure the Monkey had had, +nor how he had gone to visit Jack Hare in the cave, and had seen the +little Rabbits. Nor did they know how he had become dried out by +sleeping under the fern leaf.</p> + +<p>"Well, now we'll have some fun, as long as I have my Monkey back," said +Herbert, and he and Dick, followed by the dog, went back across the +meadow.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" asked Dick.</p> + +<p>"Put up a tent and have a show," Herbert answered. "You can bring your +White Rocking Horse, and Arnold can bring his Bold Tin Soldier. If +Dorothy <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>wants to, she can bring her Sawdust Doll, Mirabell can bring +her Lamb of Wheels, and my sister Madeline can bring her Candy Rabbit."</p> + +<p>"That'll be a fine show!" cried Dick.</p> + +<p>The two little boys hurried back to Herbert's house, and told his mother +what they were going to do. Herbert showed his mother the Monkey he had +found in the meadow, and Dick hurried over to his house to get his +Rocking Horse, and to tell his sister about the show.</p> + +<p>"What can I make a tent of?" asked Herbert.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I think I can let you take some old sheets," said his mother, "and +you can hang them over the clothesline in the yard. That will make a +nice little tent for your show."</p> + +<p>"Yes, that will be fine," said Herbert. "Thank you, Mother."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> + +<p>He carried his Monkey into the house and put him on a table, where +Madeline was sitting, playing with her Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Watch my Monkey so he doesn't jump away, will you, please?" asked +Herbert of his sister, laughing and pretending his toy was alive.</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do?" asked Madeline.</p> + +<p>"Make a tent to have a show," answered her brother.</p> + +<p>"Oh, let me help!" she cried, and she set her Candy Rabbit down on the +table near the Monkey and ran out with Herbert. Mother gave the children +the sheet, and in a little while the sheet tent was being put up in the +yard over the clothesline.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 271px;"> +<img src="images/104.jpg" width="271" height="400" alt="Monkey Thanks Jack in the Pulpit." title="Monkey Thanks Jack in the Pulpit." /> +</div> +<div class='center'>Monkey Thanks Jack in the Pulpit.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><a href='#Page_89'><i>Page</i> 89</a></span> +</div> + +<p>As soon as the Candy Rabbit and Monkey found themselves alone they +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>looked at one another and began to talk, as they were allowed to do.</p> + +<p>"Where in the world have you been?" asked the Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"You may well ask that," replied the Monkey. "I have had <i>so</i> many +adventures, and I met some friends of yours."</p> + +<p>"Friends of mine?" repeated the Candy Rabbit. "Do you mean the Lamb on +Wheels or the Bold Tin Soldier?"</p> + +<p>"Neither one. I mean Live Rabbits," answered the Monkey. Then he told of +going to the cave of Jack Hare and of being caught in the rain storm.</p> + +<p>"Oh, what wonderful adventures!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"What happened to you while I was away?" asked the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Oh, many things," answered the Candy Rabbit. "Once Madeline left me +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>alone, and the cat came in and began to lick the sugar off my pink +nose. Another time a little mouse came out of a hole in the closet where +I am kept at night, and nibbled a few crumbs of sweetness off the end of +my stubby tail."</p> + +<p>"Gracious!" cried the Monkey. "Weren't you scared?"</p> + +<p>"A little," answered the Rabbit. "But I jumped to one side, and when +Madeline opened the closet door the mouse ran away."</p> + +<p>All the while the Monkey and Candy Rabbit were talking, Herbert, Dick +and Arnold, with Madeline, Dorothy and Mirabell to help, were putting up +the sheet tent in Herbert's yard. The clothesline was pulled tight +between two posts and the sheets put over the line. The edges were +fastened to the ground with wooden rings, and then some pieces of cloth +were <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>pinned to the back of the sheet to close that end. It took two or +three days to make the tent, but at last it was finished.</p> + +<p>"We'll leave one end open for the front door," said Herbert.</p> + +<p>"But if we do that everybody can look in and see our show for nothing," +objected Dick. "That isn't right. They ought to give one pin, or two +pins, to come to see our show."</p> + +<p>"We can pin some pieces of cloth at the front end of the tent," +suggested Mirabell. "I have an old shawl over at my house that Mother +lets me spread on the grass when I play with my Lamb on Wheels. I'll get +that to close the front of the tent."</p> + +<p>The old shawl was just what was needed to make a front "door" for the +show tent, and soon it was pinned in place. Some old boxes were found by +Patrick, the kind <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>gardener, and these were to be used for seats.</p> + +<p>"Now we'd better all go and get our things that are going to be in the +show," said Herbert. "I'll bring out my Monkey."</p> + +<p>"And I'll get my Candy Rabbit," offered Madeline.</p> + +<p>"I'll have to have somebody help me carry over my Tin Soldier Captain +and all the men," said Arnold. "I don't want to drop any of 'em."</p> + +<p>"I'll help you, as soon as I bring out my Monkey," offered Herbert.</p> + +<p>"And I'd like somebody to help me carry over my Lamb," said Mirabell.</p> + +<p>"I'll help you," said Dick. "I'll bring over my White Rocking Horse and +your Lamb, Mirabell."</p> + +<p>So, as it happened, Herbert's Monkey and Madeline's Candy Rabbit were +the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>first of the toy friends to be brought into the tent. The Monkey +was on his stick, as Herbert was going to make him do tricks by climbing +up to the top of it, and turning somersaults, as it was intended for the +Monkey to do.</p> + +<p>"Do you think my Rabbit and your Monkey will be all right if we leave +them here alone in the tent?" asked Madeline, as the toys were put down +on one of the boxes, and she and her brother started to help the other +children carry in their things.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, they'll be all right," said Herbert.</p> + +<p>But he and Madeline had not been very long away, and the Monkey and +Candy Rabbit had not been very long alone in the tent, before something +happened.</p> + +<p>All at once, just as the Monkey was thinking of asking the Candy Rabbit +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>what tricks that sweet chap was going to do in the show, a loud noise +was heard in the tent.</p> + +<p>"Baa-a-a-a-!" was what the Rabbit and the Monkey heard.</p> + +<p>"Was that you?" asked the Monkey of the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"I was just going to ask if you had called," said the Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Baa-a-a-a-a!" came again.</p> + +<p>"It sounds like the Lamb on Wheels," said the Candy Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it can't be," said the Monkey. "She'd come in to see us. Who do you +suppose it is?"</p> + +<p>"Baa-a-a-a-a!" sounded again, and then a funny black nose, followed by a +head with curving horns on it, was thrust into the tent.</p> + +<p>"This isn't the Lamb!" cried the Monkey.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Indeed I'm not a Lamb!" was the answer. "I'm a Billy Goat! Baa-a! +Baa-a-a-a! What's going on here?" he bleated.</p> + +<p>"We're going to have a show," said the Monkey. "I am going to be in it, +and so is the Candy Rabbit."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, the Candy Rabbit isn't!" said the Goat. "He isn't going to be +in the show. He's going to be in <i>me</i>, for I am going to eat him! I am +very fond of candy, and I've been looking for some for a long time. I +wondered what was in this tent, and now I know. I saw it from over in +the vacant lots where I live. Then I came over to peep in, when I saw +that the boys and girls had gone. Yes, indeed! I like sugar, and I'm +going to eat the Candy Rabbit!"</p> + +<p>The bad Goat, with his sharp horns, walked into the tent and over toward +the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>box on which the Candy Rabbit sat near the Monkey on a Stick.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yum-yum! How I love candy!" bleated the goat, wiggling his whiskers +and smacking his lips. "How I love sugar! I'm going to nibble some +sweetness off the ears of the Candy Rabbit."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no you're not!" suddenly cried the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"Why not? Who will stop me?" asked the bad Goat, stamping his foot.</p> + +<p>"I will!" cried the brave Monkey on a Stick. "Here! You get out of this +tent!" and the Monkey stood straight up on his stick and looked with +both eyes at the goat.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 273px;"> +<img src="images/114.jpg" width="273" height="400" alt="Monkey Protects Candy Rabbit." title="Monkey Protects Candy Rabbit." /> +</div> +<div class="center">Monkey Protects Candy Rabbit.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 18em;"><a href='#Page_106'><i>Page</i> 106</a></span></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER X</h2> + +<h3>MONKEY IN A SHOW</h3> + + +<p>The bad Goat walked closer and closer to the Candy Rabbit. And that poor +Bunny toy was so frightened that he did not think of jumping out of the +way.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to get sweetness off your ears," said the Goat, teasing.</p> + +<p>"Oh, if you bite my ears I can't be in the show!" said the poor Rabbit.</p> + +<p>The Monkey climbed higher and higher on his stick, after he had said he +would stop the Goat from eating the Candy Rabbit. And now, just as the +Goat was going to take the Bunny up from the box, the Monkey suddenly +gave a jump! Oh, such a jump!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> + +<p>Off his stick he jumped, and he landed right on the Goat's back. With +his hands the Monkey began to pull the Goat's hair.</p> + +<p>He even reached around and pulled the Goat's whiskers, the Monkey did.</p> + +<p>"Baa-a-a-a-a!" bleated the Goat. "Stop, Monkey! You're hurting me! +You're pulling my hair!"</p> + +<p>"Then get out of this tent and leave the Candy Rabbit alone!" shouted +the Monkey.</p> + +<p>"No! I want sweet stuff!" bleated the bad Goat.</p> + +<p>Then the Monkey jumped off the Goat's back, and, catching up the stick, +on which he climbed to the top when the string was pulled, the Monkey +began hitting the Goat over the nose with it.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my nose! My soft and tender nose!" bleated the Goat, as he ran out +of the tent.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Thank you, so much, for saving me," said the Rabbit to the Monkey, as +the likely chap climbed back on his stick.</p> + +<p>"I am very glad I could help you," said the Monkey. "I guess that Goat +won't come back in a hurry!"</p> + +<p>And as the Groat ran out of the tent, the children, bringing up their +other toys to have the show, saw him.</p> + +<p>"Oh, look at the big sheep!" cried Madeline.</p> + +<p>"That isn't a sheep, it's a goat," said her brother.</p> + +<p>"Oh, maybe he ate my Candy Rabbit!" cried the little girl. "I must go +and look."</p> + +<p>She and the other children hurried into the tent. There were the Monkey +and the Rabbit safe together. But the children did not know what a +narrow escape the Rabbit had had.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> + +<p>By this time Arnold, with the help of the other boys, had brought over +his Bold Tin Soldier and the other men in the army company; Dick had +brought his White Rocking Horse; and Dorothy's Sawdust Doll and +Mirabell's Lamb on Wheels were also in the tent. Of course Herbert's +Monkey and Madeline's Candy Rabbit were the first to be in the show.</p> + +<p>"Now the performance is going to start!" cried Herbert, when the +brothers and sisters were seated on the benches, which were made from +the boxes Patrick, the gardener, had given Dick. "The show is going to +start! All ready!"</p> + +<p>Besides the six children mentioned there were others who lived on the +same street with these six friends. These children had all come to the +show. The boys and girls brought two pins to get in. Those who brought +toy animals to act in <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>the show did not have to bring any pins to come +in.</p> + +<p>"The first act in the show!" called Herbert, who was the ringmaster, +"will be Mr. Dick riding on his White Rocking Horse! Ladies and +Gentlemen, see Mr. Dick!"</p> + +<p>"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cried the children, clapping their hands.</p> + +<p>Dick drew his horse out into the middle of the tent. Of course if the +Rocking Horse had been there alone he could have trotted out by himself. +But, as it was, Dick had to drag him.</p> + +<p>Then Dick climbed on the back of his white steed, took hold of the +reins, and cried: "Gid-dap!"</p> + +<p>Back and forth rocked Dick on his Horse, and, as I have told you in the +book about this toy, the Horse could move along whenever any one was on +his back.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> He moved just as a rocking chair moves.</p> + +<p>Across the middle of the tent rode Dick on his Rocking Horse. The little +chap pretended he was a cowboy, and swung his cap around his head, and +he even made believe lasso wild bulls with a piece of clothesline.</p> + +<p>"Bang! Bang!" cried Dick, shooting make-believe pistols the way real +cowboys do.</p> + +<p>"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cried all the children, for they liked to see +Dick ride the White Rocking Horse.</p> + +<p>"What's next, Herbert?" asked Madeline.</p> + +<p>"Hush, you mustn't talk in the show," cautioned her brother. "The +ringmaster is the only one who can talk, and I'm him. The next part of +the show is the dance of the Sawdust Doll."</p> + +<p>This was Dorothy's chance, and she <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>came out with her toy. And then and +there the Sawdust Doll did a funny little dance while Mirabell played on +a mouth organ. Of course Dorothy had to hold the Doll and dance around +with her, but it was as good as if the Doll had done it herself, and the +boys and girls clapped their hands.</p> + +<p>"Isn't this a wonderful show?" whispered the Sawdust Doll to the Monkey, +when she had a chance, as the children crowded down to one end of the +tent to get some cookies Herbert's mother brought out to them.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you did your part very well," whispered back the Monkey. "Do you +think I shall get a chance to do any of my tricks?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes," answered the Doll. "I'm sure you're going to be the best part +of the show."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + +<p>When the cookies were eaten, Herbert again took the part of ringmaster.</p> + +<p>"The next thing in the show will be a fight with the Tin Soldiers," said +Herbert. "Mr. Dick will take half of them and Mr. Arnold will take the +other half, and there will be a battle right here in the tent."</p> + +<p>Dick and Arnold divided the Tin Soldiers between them, and set them in +two armies on one of the big box tops. Then the tin fighters were moved +backward and forward, just as in real battle.</p> + +<p>"Bang! Bang!" Arnold would shout. "Bang! Bang!" Dick would answer, and +so the make-believe guns were fired. The Bold Tin Soldier Captain was +moved to and fro, and so were the privates, the Corporal and the +Sergeant.</p> + +<p>"Now the fight is over," said Herbert, after a while. "We'll make +believe both <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>sides won, 'cause it will be nicer that way. And you can +take the soldiers away, Arnold, 'cause next is going to be a race +between the Candy Rabbit and the Lamb on Wheels."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my Rabbit can't race with the Lamb!" objected Madeline. "The Lamb +is too big."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I guess that's so," admitted her brother. "Well, then the next +part of the show," he cried in a loud voice, "will be when the Candy +Rabbit rides around the ring on the back of the Lamb on Wheels."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that will be nice," said Mirabell, blowing a kiss to her woolly +Lamb.</p> + +<p>The two girls left their seats and took their places in the middle of +the tent. Mirabell tied a string to her Lamb and then Madeline took her +Candy Rabbit and held him on the fleecy back of the Lamb.</p> + +<p>Around and around the little grass ring <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>in the tent rode the Candy +Rabbit on the back of the Lamb, and the boys and girls thought it was a +very nice part of the show. One of the Lamb's wheels squeaked a little +where she had caught rheumatism after her ride down the brook.</p> + +<p>"And now we come to the last act!" said Herbert. "This will be some +tricks by my Monkey on a Stick."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad my chance has come at last," thought the Monkey to himself. "I +must do my best!"</p> + +<p>The Monkey had got back on his stick himself after he had driven the +Goat out of the tent, and now the funny chap was all ready to do +whatever Herbert wanted.</p> + +<p>"The first trick," said the little boy ringmaster, "will be turning a +front somersault!"</p> + +<p>He pulled the string, up the stick went the Monkey, and then and there, +before <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>the crowd of boys and girls in the tent, the lively fellow +turned a somersault head over tail.</p> + +<p>"Hurray! Hurray!" cried Dick and the others, clapping their hands.</p> + +<p>"The next trick," went on Herbert, "will be when my Monkey turns a back +somersault."</p> + +<p>Once more the string was pulled. Up the stick shinned the Monkey, and, +when he reached the top, he turned a back somersault. Of course this was +harder than a front one, and the boys and girls clapped all the more.</p> + +<p>"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen!" cried Herbert, just like a real +ringmaster in a real circus, "the next trick will be when my Monkey does +a flip-flap-flop!"</p> + +<p>And, indeed, that was a very hard trick to do. But the Monkey did it +when Herbert pulled the string, and all the boys <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>and girls said it was +fine, and that the show was one grand affair.</p> + +<p>The Monkey did several other tricks, and then Herbert's mother, outside +the tent, called, just like a circus vendor:</p> + +<p>"Here's your pink lemonade! Here's your pink lemonade!"</p> + +<p>And, as true as I'm telling you, she had made a big pitcher of sweet +lemonade for the children, and had colored it pink with strawberry +juice.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Ah! Um!" said the boys and girls, and, really, I think the lemonade +was almost as good a part of the show as the tricks of the Monkey, the +fight of the Tin Soldiers, or the dance of the Sawdust Doll.</p> + +<p>"Well, the show is over. I wonder what will happen next," said the Lamb +on Wheels to the Bold Tin Captain.</p> + +<p>"Maybe the children will have an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>other," said the Monkey. "But, while we +have the chance, I would like to talk to my friends the Sawdust Doll, +the Bold Tin Soldier, the White Rocking Horse, and all the others."</p> + +<p>And so the toys talked among themselves, and told of their different +adventures, just as I have told you in the different books. And they all +said the Monkey was very brave to have driven away the bad Goat as he +had done.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to know what the Calico Clown is doing all this time, since we +came away from the toy store," said the Monkey, after a while.</p> + +<p>"So would I," put in the Sawdust Doll. "I wonder if anything has +happened to him."</p> + +<p>And as perhaps you children are wondering the same thing, I have decided +to make the next book about that funny chap.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> + +<p>The volume will be called "The Story of a Calico Clown." He had many +wonderful adventures to tell about.</p> + +<p>As for the Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, the White Rocking Horse, +the Candy Rabbit, the Bold Tin Soldier and the Monkey on a Stick, why, +they had some strange adventures, too, and they took part in another +show. But this is all I have to tell you just now about the Monkey on a +Stick, except to say that he lived for many years with Herbert and +Madeline, and had many happy times.</p> + + +<h2>THE END</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS SERIES</h2> + +<h3>By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY</h3> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="center"><b>Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.</b></div> + +<div class="center"><b>For Children 6 to 12 Years</b></div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>This series presents early American history in a manner that impresses +the young readers. Because of George and Martha Washington Parke, two +young descendants of the famous General Washington, these stories follow +exactly the life of the great American, by means of playing they act the +life of the Washingtons, both in battles and in society.</p> + + +<div>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their thrilling battles and expeditions generally +end in "punishment" lessons read by Mrs. Parke +from the "Life of Washington." The culprits listen +intently, for this reading generally gives them +new ideas for further games of Indian warfare and +Colonists' battles.</span><br /><br /></div> + + +<div>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS RELATIVES</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The Davis children visit the Parke home and join +zealously in the games of playing General +Washington. So zealously, in fact, that little Jim +almost loses his scalp.</span><br /><br /></div> + + +<div>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' TRAVELS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">The children wage a fierce battle upon the roof of +a hotel in New York City. Then, visiting the Davis +home in Philadelphia, the patriotic Washingtons +vanquish the Hessians on a battle-field in the +empty lot back of the Davis property. </span><br /><br /></div> + + +<div>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS AT SCHOOL</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">After the school-house battle the Washingtons +discover a band of gypsies camping near the back +road to their homes and incidentally they secure +the stolen horse which the gypsies had taken from +the "butter and egg farmer" of the Parkes. </span><br /><br /></div> + + +<div>THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' HOLIDAYS</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">They spend a pleasant summer on two adjoining +farms in Vermont. During the voyage they try to +capture a "frigate" but little Jim is caught and +about to be punished by the Captain when his +confederates hasten in and save him. </span></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="center"><b>GROSSET & DUNLAP, <span class="smcap">Publishers</span>, NEW YORK</b></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES</h2> + +<h3>By DAVID CORY</h3> + +<div class="center">Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little +Journeys to Happyland"</div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="center"><b>Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.<br /> +Each Volume Complete in Itself.</b></div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<p>To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. That's the way all the +little people feel about this young, adventurous cat, son of a very +famous father.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Puss-in-Boots, Jr."> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. IN FAIRYLAND</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">TRAVELS OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND OLD MOTHER GOOSE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., IN NEW MOTHER GOOSE LAND</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND TOM THUMB</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND ROBINSON CRUSOE</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr., AND THE MAN IN THE MOON</span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style='width: 25%;' /> + +<div class="center"><b>GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK</b></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="./images/back.jpg" alt="Inside back cover" title="Inside back cover" /></div> + +<div class='tnote'> +<p><b>Transcriber's notes:</b></p> + +<p>Punctuation normalized.</p> + +<p>Page 58, somesaults changed to "somersaults." 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Story of a Monkey on a Stick + +Author: Laura Lee Hope + +Illustrator: Harry L. Smith + +Release Date: December 11, 2005 [EBook #17277] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK *** + + + + +Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Emmy and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: Monkey Shook Paws With Candy Rabbit. +_Frontispiece_--(Page 6)] + + + +_MAKE BELIEVE STORIES_ + +(Trademark Registered) + +THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK + +BY LAURA LEE HOPE + +Author of "The Story of a Sawdust Doll," "The Story +of a White Rocking Horse," "The Bobbsey Twins +Series," "The Bunny Brown Series," "The +Six Little Bunkers Series," Etc. + +ILLUSTRATED BY +HARRY L. SMITH + +NEW YORK +GROSSET & DUNLAP +PUBLISHERS + +Made in the United States of America + + + + +BOOKS BY LAURA LEE HOPE +Durably bound. Illustrated. + +=MAKE BELIEVE STORIES= + + THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL + THE STORY OF A WHITE ROCKING HORSE + THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS + THE STORY OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER + THE STORY OF A CANDY RABBIT + THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK + THE STORY OF A CALICO CLOWN + + +=THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES= + + THE BOBBSEY TWINS + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE COUNTRY + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT THE SEASHORE + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SCHOOL + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT SNOW LODGE + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON A HOUSEBOAT + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT MEADOW BROOK + THE BOBBSEY TWINS AT HOME + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN A GREAT CITY + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON BLUEBERRY ISLAND + THE BOBBSEY TWINS ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN WASHINGTON + THE BOBBSEY TWINS IN THE GREAT WEST + + +=THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES= + +=THE SIX LITTLE BUNKERS SERIES= + +=THE OUTDOOR GIRLS SERIES= + +GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK + + +COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY GROSSET & DUNLAP + +THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK + + + + +CONTENTS + + CHAPTER PAGE + + I. A STRANGE AWAKENING 1 + + II. THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL 13 + + III. THE JANITOR'S HOUSE 25 + + IV. A QUEER RIDE 38 + + V. MONKEYSHINES 50 + + VI. IN A CAVE 60 + + VII. OUT IN THE RAIN 73 + + VIII. HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY 85 + + IX. MONKEY IN A TENT 95 + + X. MONKEY IN A SHOW 107 + + + + +THE STORY OF A MONKEY ON A STICK + + + + +CHAPTER I + +A STRANGE AWAKENING + + +The Monkey on a Stick opened his eyes and looked around. That is he +tried to look around; but all he could see, on all sides of him, was +pasteboard box. He was lying on his back, with his hands and feet +clasped around the stick, up which he had climbed so often. + +"Well, this is very strange," said the Monkey on a Stick, as he rubbed +his nose with one hand, "very strange indeed! Why should I wake up here, +when last night I went to sleep in the toy store? I can't understand +this at all!" + +Once more he looked about him. He surely was inside a pasteboard box. He +could see the cover of it over his head as he lay on his back, and he +could see one side of the box toward his left hand, while another side +of the box was at his right hand. + +"And," said the Monkey on a Stick, speaking to himself, as he often did, +"I suppose the bottom of the pasteboard box is under me. I must be lying +on that." + +He unclasped the toes of his left foot from the stick and banged his +foot down two or three times. + +"Yes, there's pasteboard all around me," said the Monkey. "This surely +is very strange! I wonder if the Calico Clown has been up to any of his +tricks? Maybe he thinks I'm a riddle, and he's going to tell it to the +Elephant from the Noah's Ark, or else make a joke of me to the Jumping +Jack. I haven't been shut up in a box before--not since the time Santa +Claus brought me from his workshop at the North Pole. I wonder what this +means?" + +The Monkey raised his head and banged it on the box cover. + +"Oh, my cocoanut!" cried the Monkey, for that is what he sometimes +called his head. "My poor cocoanut!" he went on, as he put up his hand. +"I wonder if I raised a big lump on my cocoanut!" + +But his head seemed to be all right, and, taking care not to bang +himself again, the Monkey began pushing on the box cover. It was not +heavy, and he slowly raised it until he could look out. + +As I have told you in the other books of this series, the Monkey on a +Stick, and the other toys as well, could move about and talk, when they +kept to certain rules. You may find out what those rules were by looking +in the other books. + +The Monkey on a Stick looked out from beneath the cover of the box, and +what he saw surprised him almost as much as he had been startled when he +found pasteboard on all sides of him. For the Monkey saw that he was in +the room of a strange house, and not in the big toy department of the +store where he had lived for so long a time. + +"I say!" chattered the Monkey to himself, "there is something wrong +here. They must have given me paregoric to make me sleep, and then have +put me in a box and carted me down to some other part of the store. I'm +sure the Calico Clown must have had a hand in this. He and his jokes and +riddles about what makes more noise than a pig under a gate! I'll fix +him when I get out of here!" + +The Monkey raised the box cover higher and began to call: + +"Hi there, Calico Clown! what do you mean by shutting me up in a +pasteboard box? What's the joke? Come on, Mr. Elephant from Noah's Ark! +Come and help me out! Ho, Jack-Jump! Hi, Jack-Box! Where are you all? I +don't see any of you!" + +For, as he looked around the room, from under the cover of the box, the +Monkey saw not a sign of his former friends. + +"This is stranger and stranger," he murmured. "I say!" he cried aloud +again, "isn't any one here?" + +"Yes, I'm here," answered a voice which, the Monkey knew at once, came +from a toy like himself. "What's the trouble?" this voice went on. "Why +are you making such a fuss? Who are you, anyhow?" + +"I'm a Monkey on a Stick," answered the toy chap in the box. "And who +are you? I seem to know your voice. Where are you?" + +"Here I am," came the answer. + +The Monkey raised the box cover higher, and then he cried: + +"Why, bless my tail! The Candy Rabbit! Well, of all things! Oh, I'm so +glad to see you! How are you?" and the Monkey jumped out of his box, +and, laying down his stick, ran across the table and shook paws with a +beautiful Candy Rabbit, who had a pink nose and pink glass eyes. The +Rabbit was on the table, and the Monkey saw that his pasteboard box was +there likewise. + +"I am quite well, thank you," answered the Candy Rabbit, as he waved his +big ears to and fro. "And I am glad to see you--very glad! I knew there +was some kind of toy in that box, but I did not know it was you. I +haven't seen you since we lived in the toy store together, with the +Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, the Bold Tin Soldier, the Calico Clown +and the White Rocking Horse." + +"Yes, and don't forget the two Jacks," went on the Monkey on a Stick, +"the Jumping Jack and the Jack in the Box. Then there was the Elephant +who tried to race on roller skates with the White Rocking Horse." + +"I'm not forgetting them," answered the Rabbit. + +"But listen!" exclaimed the Monkey. "Can you tell me this? I went to +sleep in the toy store, and I woke up here--in a house, I guess it +is--in a pasteboard box on a table set with dishes." + +"Yes, this is a house," said the Candy Rabbit. "I live here with a +little girl named Madeline. There is also a boy named Herbert here. And +these really are dishes on the table. It is the breakfast table, and +soon the children will be down to eat." + +"But what am I doing here?" asked the Monkey in great surprise. "I can't +understand it! Why am I here? I went to sleep in the store, and I woke +up on a breakfast table. Can this be a trick or a riddle of the Calico +Clown's? Is he going to ask what is more surprised than a Monkey on a +Stick at the breakfast table, as he asks what makes more noise than a +pig under a gate?" + +"No, I think the Calico Clown had nothing to do with your being here," +said the Candy Rabbit with a smile. + +"Then who did?" asked the Monkey. + +"Herbert. A boy who lives here with his sister Madeline," went on the +Rabbit. + +"Dear me! this is getting more and more riddly-like and jokey," said the +Monkey. "I don't understand it at all! Why am I not in the store where I +belong?" + +"Because you don't belong there any more," cried the Candy Rabbit. "You +were bought for the boy Herbert, and you are here at his breakfast plate +as a surprise." + +"Well, he isn't going to be any more surprised than I am," chattered the +Monkey. "I don't seem to understand this at all. How did I get here?" + +"I imagine that, after you went to sleep in the store last night, one of +the clerks at the toy counter put you in the pasteboard box, wrapped you +up and sent you here." + +"I see how it happened," said the Monkey. "I went to sleep in the store +yesterday afternoon. I had been up late the night before, as we toys +were having some fun. I was trying to guess a riddle the Calico Clown +asked. It was how do the seeds get inside the apple when there aren't +any holes in the skin. I was thinking of that riddle, and it kept me up +quite late the night before." + +"Did you think of the answer?" + +"No, I didn't," said the Monkey; "any more than I can think of the +answer to the Clown's riddle of what makes more noise than a----" + +"Hush! Here come Madeline and Herbert to breakfast!" suddenly whispered +the Rabbit. "Back to your box as quick as you can. We toys are not +allowed to move about by ourselves when any one sees us, you know." + +"Yes, I know!" chattered the Monkey. + +Nimbly he sprang back to his box, and clasped the stick, up and down +which he climbed when a string was pulled. As he pulled the box cover +down over his head he heard the joyous shouts and laughter of two +children as they ran into the room. + +"Happy birthday, Herbert!" called Madeline. "Look and see what Daddy +bought for you yesterday!" + +When Herbert had the cover off the box and had looked at the Monkey on a +Stick lying there with a funny grin on his face, the boy smiled and +cried: + +"Oh, it's a Climbing Monkey! Oh, this is just what I wanted! Oh, now I +can have a show and a circus and I'll ask Dick to come and bring his +Rocking Horse, and Arnold can come and bring his Bold Tin Soldier, and +we'll have lots of fun. Oh, look at my Monkey climb his stick!" + +Herbert took his new birthday toy from the box, and, by pulling the +string, made the Monkey go up and down as fast as anything. Madeline +picked up her Candy Rabbit, and though that Bunny said nothing, he could +see all that went on. + +"Oh, this is a dandy Monkey!" cried Herbert. "I can give a show with +him!" + +While the little boy was making the funny chap go up and down the stick, +the door of the breakfast room opened and some one came in. + + + + +CHAPTER II + +THE MONKEY AT SCHOOL + + +"Well, children, why aren't you eating breakfast?" a voice asked, and +Herbert, turning around, saw his mother. The Monkey on a Stick, who, if +he could not talk or do any tricks just then, could use his eyes, saw a +pleasant-faced lady entering the room. She was smiling at Madeline, who +had her Candy Rabbit in her hands, and at Herbert. + +"Oh, look, Mother, what I found at my plate!" exclaimed Herbert, and he +pulled the string, and made the Monkey run up and down the stick. "It's +my birthday present!" + +"Yes, Daddy said he was going to get you something," said Mother. "It +came from the store late yesterday afternoon, and I put it away, and had +it laid at your breakfast place this morning. Do you like it?" + +"Oh, it's dandy!" exclaimed Herbert. "I love it!" + +The children sat down and had an orange and some oatmeal and a glass of +milk and a roll with golden yellow butter on it. But of course the +Monkey and the Candy Rabbit had nothing to eat. They did not want +anything. Being toys, you see, they did not have to eat. Though, at +times, they could eat certain things if they wished. + +Madeline kept her Candy Rabbit near her plate. All of a sudden, as the +little girl was eating, she dropped her spoon in her oatmeal dish, and a +drop of milk spattered into the glass eye of the Candy Rabbit. + +"Oh, look what you did!" exclaimed Herbert, who saw what had happened. +"You'll blind your Rabbit." + +"Oh, my poor Rabbit!" said Madeline, and, with her napkin, she carefully +wiped the drop of milk out of the Rabbit's eye. And the Bunny never even +blinked. That's what it is to be a Candy Rabbit, and have glass eyes. +Not all of us are as lucky as that, are we? + +A little later Herbert dropped a piece of his buttered roll. It fell +near the Monkey, who was lying on the table near the breakfast plate of +the little boy. Some of the butter from the roll stuck to the stick +which the Monkey climbed up and down. + +"Now look what you did, Herbert!" said Madeline. "You'll make the stick +so slippery with butter that the Monkey may fall off." + +"Come, children," called Mother, as she again entered the room. "You +must finish your breakfast and go to school. Put your Monkey back in the +box, Herbert. Don't be late for school." + +"No'm, we won't!" promised the brother and sister. + +A little later they were on their way, walking side by side on the path +that led to the red school house down by the white bridge. Madeline +looked at her brother curiously as they came near the building where +they studied their lessons. + +"Have you got your books under your coat, Herbert?" asked Madeline. + +"No, I haven't my books," he said. + +"Well, what have you?" asked Madeline. "You have _something_, for I can +see a lump. What is it?" + +Before Herbert could answer, if he had wanted to, the bell rang and the +two children, and some others who were straggling along, had to run so +they would not be late. Then, for a time, Madeline forgot what it was +her brother was bringing to school under his coat. + +Just before recess, his teacher, looking down toward Herbert, sitting +near Dick and Arnold, called out: + +"What have you there, Herbert? What are you showing to the other boys +under your desk?" + +"It--it's a Monkey!" answered Madeline's brother. + +"A _monkey_!" exclaimed the teacher. + +"Yes. It's my birthday Monkey," went on the little boy. + +"Oh! A birthday monkey!" the teacher said again. "I think I had better +call the janitor and have him take care of your monkey for you," and +she started toward the door. + +"Oh, no'm! He isn't a live monkey," said Herbert. "He's just a toy one, +on a stick." + +"Herbert, you may bring me that Monkey," the teacher said, and Herbert, +very red in the face, walked up to the platform on which stood his +teacher's desk. In his hand Herbert carried his Monkey on a Stick. + +"Where did you get this?" his teacher asked, as she took the toy from +Herbert and laid it on top of her desk. + +"I got it for my birthday," he answered. "This morning." + +"But why did you bring it to school?" went on the teacher. "You are +nearly always a good boy. Why did you bring your Monkey to school, +Herbert?" + +"Oh, I--I just wanted to show him to Arnold and Dick," was the answer. +"We're going to have a show, and my Monkey is going to be in it. I +brought him to school under my coat!" + +"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Madeline, before she thought what she was saying. "I +saw something under his coat, and I thought it was his books. Oh! Oh! +And it was his Monkey!" + +All the children laughed when Madeline said this, and even the teacher +could not help smiling. But she said: + +"Silence, please, children. We must keep on with our lessons. And, +Herbert, it was wrong of you to bring your Monkey to school and take him +out to show to other boys. As a little punishment I shall keep your toy +in my desk until after school to-night. Then you may have him back." + +"Yes'm," returned Herbert, still rather red in the face. He went back +to his desk, and the other children went on with their lessons. + +The teacher put the Monkey on a Stick inside a big drawer. + +"Well, this is the first of my adventures since I went to sleep in the +store and awakened in Herbert's house," thought the Monkey to himself, +as he found that he was shut up inside the teacher's desk. "I wondered +what Herbert was going to do with me when he slipped me under his coat +at the breakfast table. Now I must see what we have here." + +It was not very dark inside the drawer of the teacher's desk. Enough +light came through the keyhole for the Monkey to see, and, among other +things, he noticed a bottle of ink and a small Doll. He was pleased to +see the Doll. + +"Oh, here is a toy like myself!" said the Monkey, speaking in a +whisper. "How do you do?" he went on, sitting up and bowing to his new +acquaintance. "Are you any relation to the Sawdust Doll?" he asked +politely. + +"I'm a second or third cousin," was the answer. "She is stuffed with +sawdust, but I am stuffed with cotton." + +"Then I will call you Miss Cotton Doll," went on the Monkey. "What +brought you here? Were you so bad in school that you had to be shut up +in a desk?" + +"No, not exactly. But a little girl named Mary brought me in her school +bag yesterday, and she took me out in the study hour, and the teacher +said it was wrong. So she took me away from the little girl named Mary." + +"I thought Mary brought a lamb to school," said the Monkey on a Stick, +who, having lived in a toy store, of course knew all about toy books +and Mother Goose verses. + +"That was another Mary," went on the Cotton Doll. "Besides Mary didn't +_bring_ the lamb to school, it _followed_ her one day." + +"Oh, so it did--I had forgotten," went on the Monkey. + +"But my Mary _brought_ me to school," said the Cotton Doll, "and her +teacher took me away. She put me in this desk drawer; the teacher did." + +"Well, now we're here, let's have some fun," said the Monkey to the +Cotton Doll after a bit. "We are all alone by ourselves, and we can do +as we please. Let's look around and play. We can't stand up, as the +drawer isn't high enough, but we can crawl on our knees. Let's see what +else is here." + +"All right," agreed the Cotton Doll. So while the teacher was hearing +the lessons of Herbert, Madeline and the other boys and girls, the +Monkey (crawling off his stick for the time being) and the Cotton Doll +went creeping on their hands and knees around the drawer. + +"Let's look in the bottle of ink," proposed the Monkey, as he crawled +near it, and began pulling at the cork. + +"Oh, don't do that!" cried the Cotton Doll, in a whisper, of course. +"Don't open it! You'll get all black!" + +"Oh, if it's black ink, I know what we can do!" said the Monkey. "We can +black up like colored minstrels, and have a little show in here by +ourselves. I'll black your face with the ink, and you can black mine, +though I am pretty brown now." + +"But I don't want my face blacked with ink!" cried the Cotton Doll, as +the Monkey took the cork from the bottle. "I don't want to be a +minstrel!" + +"Oh, but you must!" insisted the Monkey, laughing, and, catching hold of +the Cotton Doll in one hand, he tilted up the ink bottle in the other, +and dipped in the end of his tail. + +"Now I'll paint you nice and black!" he laughed. + +"Oh, don't! Please don't!" begged the Cotton Doll, as she tried to get +away from the Monkey. But she couldn't, for he held her tightly, and the +inky end of the tail was coming nearer and nearer to her face. + + + + +CHAPTER III + +THE JANITOR'S HOUSE + + +"There you are! Oh, how funny you look!" chattered the Monkey on a Stick +in a whisper to the Cotton Doll, as they were both shut up together in +the teacher's desk. "You don't know how funny you look! If I only had a +looking-glass I'd show you!" + +"I don't care! I think you're real mean!" said the Cotton Doll. "Don't +you dare put any more ink on me!" + +"I guess I've got enough on you now!" laughed the Monkey. "There's a +spot on your nose, one on your chin, and one on each of your cheeks." As +he spoke the Monkey put the cork back in the ink bottle and wiped the +inky end of his tail off on a piece of blotting paper in the desk. + +"What's that you say?" cried the Cotton Doll. "Did you dare put ink on +my nose, on my chin and my cheeks?" + +"That's what I did, just for fun!" chattered the mischievous Monkey. +And, really, he had done just that. Oh, he was a regular "cut-up" when +he was by himself, that Monkey was. + +"I must look terrible!" said the poor Cotton Doll, and, raising her +hands, she rubbed them over her face. She felt the wet spots where the +Monkey had daubed her with ink. + +"Oh! aren't you mean?" cried the Cotton Doll. "My little girl mistress +will never like me again when the teacher gives me back to her. I'm all +spoiled!" + +"No, you just look funny!" laughed the Monkey. "You looked funny when I +put ink spots on you, but now you look funnier than ever, 'cause you've +spread the ink all around, and made big splotches of it. Oh, my! Excuse +me while I laugh!" he cried, and he wiggled and twisted around on the +bottom of the drawer, laughing in whispers at the funny look on the face +of the Cotton Doll. + +"You're too mean for anything!" said the Doll to the Monkey, and she was +almost ready to cry. But she happened to think that if she shed any +tears they would wash down through the ink on her cheeks and make her +look queerer than ever. So she did not cry. + +"I'm never going to speak to you again, so there!" exclaimed the Cotton +Doll, and she would have stamped her foot if there had been room for her +to stand up in the desk drawer--which there wasn't. So she just banged +her heels on the bottom of it. + +"Oh, I'll be good!" promised the Monkey. "I won't put any more ink on +you, and I'll see if I can get some of it off on this piece of blotting +paper. I blotted my tail on it." + +He tried to clean the Doll's face, but, by this time, the ink had dried, +and you know how hard it is to get dried ink off your fingers after you +have written a letter. Well, it was this way with the Cotton Doll. The +ink stayed on her face. + +"Well, if you have ink on your face I've also got some on the end of my +tail, where I dipped it into the bottle," said the Monkey chap, thinking +to cheer up the Doll by this. + +"Yes, but the ink doesn't show on your brown tail as it does on my white +face," said the Doll. "However, there is no use crying over spilled +milk, I suppose," she went on. "Only if you do such a thing again I'll +never speak to you as long as I live!" + +"I'll never do it again," said the Monkey in a sorrowful voice. "Now +let's have some fun. You tell me some of your adventures and I'll tell +you some of mine. Did you ever live in a store?" + +"Oh, yes, that's where I came from," answered the Doll. + +"And was there a Calico Clown in your store, who was always asking what +it was that made more noise than a pig under a gate?" asked the Monkey. + +"No. But there was a Jumping Jack who was always trying to see how high +he could kick, and one day he nearly kicked my hat off," said the Cotton +Doll. "But tell me, please, some of your adventures." + +The Monkey was just starting to tell how the Calico Clown's red and +yellow trousers were burned in the gas jet one day, when, all of a +sudden, there was a great noise and commotion in the schoolroom. The +Monkey and the Doll could not tell what had caused it, though the Monkey +did try to look out through the keyhole. + +"Can you see anything?" asked the Doll. + +"I can see some water dripping down," answered the long-tailed chap, +"and the teacher and the children are running around as fast as +anything." + +"Oh, I wonder what has happened!" exclaimed the Doll. And just then she +and the Monkey on a Stick heard the teacher say: + +"Run out quickly, children! Run out, all of you. A water pipe has burst +and there's a regular rain storm inside our nice schoolroom." + +"Please can't I have my Monkey on a Stick before I go out?" asked +Herbert. "You put him in your desk, Teacher!" + +"And I want my knife you took away, please!" called another boy. + +"We have no time for those things, now," the teacher said. "The water is +coming down fast, and we'll all be wet through if we stay. The Monkey, +knife and other things will be all right in my desk. Get your hats, and +pass out quickly. More pipes may burst and flood the school. + +"Go home, children, all of you," said the teacher. "To-morrow the pipes +will be mended, and, if the school is dry enough, we will go on with our +lessons. But run home now." + +You may well imagine that most of the boys and girls were glad of the +holiday that had come to them so unexpectedly. But Herbert felt sorry; +that he had to leave his Monkey on a Stick in school. When he reached +home he acted so strangely that his mother wanted to know what the +matter was. + +Of course Herbert had to tell that he had taken his Monkey to school, +and he also had to tell what had happened afterward. + +"Of course you did wrong," said Herbert's mother, "and you must suffer a +little punishment." + +"What kind of punishment?" asked Herbert. + +"The punishment of not having your Monkey," was the answer. + +And now we must see what happened to the Monkey on a Stick. + +"What do you imagine will happen next?" asked the Doll of the Monkey, +for they had heard what had been said. + +"I don't know," was the answer. "But if we are left alone here in the +room we can get out of the desk and have some fun." + +"Oh, so we can!" cried the Doll. "I'm tired of being shut up here. Can +you open the desk, Mr. Monkey?" + +"I think so," was the reply. + +The Monkey was just going to raise the lid, by prying under it with the +long stick up and down which he climbed, when, all of a sudden, there +was a noise in the room. + +"Some one is coming!" whispered the Doll. + +"I hear them," said the Monkey. He looked out through the keyhole and +saw a man wading through the water toward the desk. "I guess it's the +night watchman," went on the Monkey in a whisper. + +"We don't have a night watchman in school," whispered back the Doll. +"But we have a janitor. Maybe it's the janitor coming." + +And so it was. The janitor had shut off some of the water in the broken +pipes, and he was going about from room to room to see how much damage +had been done. He walked up to the desk inside of which the Monkey and +Doll had been placed. + +"Well, I do declare!" exclaimed the janitor, and the Monkey and the Doll +heard him. "There's ink running out of the drawer of the teacher's desk! +Ink running out of her desk, and water running out of the broken pipes! +Sure the school had bad luck to-day! But I must see about this ink. It +may spoil everything in the drawer. The bottle must have been upset and +the cork came out when the teacher and children were running around +after the pipes burst." + +The Monkey turned away from the keyhole and looked at the bottle of ink. +Surely enough, it lay on its side, and the cork was out. A stream of +black liquid was running out of the bottle, dripping down through a +crack in the teacher's desk. + +"Oh, do you suppose you did that?" asked the Doll in a whisper of the +Monkey. + +"I--I guess maybe I did," he answered. "After I dipped my tail in the +ink and marked your face, maybe I didn't put the cork back in tightly +enough. And when I jumped around, to see what all the racket was about, +I must have knocked the bottle over." + +The janitor opened the lid of the desk, at the same time saying: + +"I'd better take the teacher's things out and keep them for her until +morning. What with the ink and water, everything may be spoiled." + +A bright light shone in on the Monkey and the Doll when the top of the +desk was opened by the janitor. Of course both the toys kept very still +as soon as the janitor looked at them. This was the rule, as I have told +you in the other books. + +It did not take the school janitor long to cork the ink bottle and stop +any more of the black fluid running out. + +"Well, well!" said the janitor, looking at the ink-splashed Doll and the +ink-tipped Monkey. "I'll take these two toys home and maybe my little +girl can clean them. Then I'll bring them back to school to-morrow, and +the teacher can give them to whoever owns them. Yes, I'll take the +Monkey and Doll home to my house." + +And this the janitor did. He stuffed the Monkey on a Stick, and also +the Cotton Doll, into his pocket, taking care, of course, not to break +them, and then, having cleaned from the room as much of the water as he +could, the janitor went home. + +"Look what I've brought you," he said to his little girl, as he took the +Monkey and the Doll out of his pocket on reaching home. + +"Oh, aren't they funny!" cried the little girl, dancing up and down. +"May I have them to keep?" + +"Gracious me! what is going to happen now?" thought the Monkey on a +Stick. + + + + +CHAPTER IV + +A QUEER RIDE + + +"Look out for the ink on the Doll's face," said the janitor to his +little girl, as he handed her the toy. "And see, the Monkey also has ink +on the end of his tail. I brought them home to you, to see if you could +clean them." + +"Oh, then I can't keep them!" exclaimed the little girl in a sad voice. +"And they are so cute, too, even if they are covered with ink! How did +it happen?" + +"A water pipe burst in the school, and there was so much running around +that an ink bottle in the teacher's desk got upset, I suppose, and then +the ink splashed on the Monkey and the Doll," said the janitor. + +"But how did they get in the teacher's desk?" the little girl wanted to +know. + +"I guess she must have taken them away from the children who had them +out, playing with them during lesson time," answered the janitor. And he +was right about that, as we know, but he was wrong about the bottle of +ink. + +"But perhaps you can clean them," said the janitor to his little girl. +"That's why I brought the toys home to you." + +"Yes, I can wash the Doll's face with soap and water," answered the +little girl. "But I don't believe I can get the ink off the Monkey's +tail. He's made of plush, and ink stains that very badly." + +Then she got a basin of soap and water and began to wash the Doll's +face. In a little while the ink spots began to fade away, for the +Doll's head was of porcelain, though she was stuffed with cotton. + +"It's going to leave the Doll a little darker color, though," said the +little girl to her father. "I can't get her as nice and white as she was +at first." + +"Well, never mind, you can pretend she went to the seashore and got +tanned," said the janitor, laughing. "Did you get the ink out of the +Monkey's tail?" he asked. + +"No, it won't come out," was the answer, and it would not. The ink on +the tail of the Monkey on a Stick was there to stay, so it seemed. + +"There! Just see what happened by your fooling!" said the Doll to the +Monkey a little later, when they were left alone for a few minutes. "My +face will always be dark, and your tail will be inky." + +"I don't so much mind about my tail," answered the Monkey. "I think it +will be rather stylish to have it dark and inky on the end. But I am +sorry about your face. I never thought about the ink staying on or I +never would have daubed you the way I did." + +"Well, don't feel too bad about it," advised the Doll, with a smile. "I +just happened to remember that it is stylish to be tanned. All the other +dolls and toys will think I have spent a vacation at the seashore, as +the janitor says. Really, after I get used to it, I shall be glad you +put the ink on me." + +But the Monkey still felt sorry. + +That night the janitor's little girl played with the Monkey on a Stick, +making him do all sorts of funny tricks. He would climb up when she +pulled the string, and sometimes he would just stand up on the top of +his stick, almost as straight as the Bold Tin Soldier. + +Then, again, he would turn over backward and slide down head first to +the bottom of the pole. Another time he would tumble forward and slide +down the other way, turning somersaults on the trip. + +"Oh, I just love this Monkey!" said the little girl. + +In the morning the janitor took back to school in his pocket the Monkey +and the Doll. + +"Be sure and bring them to me again, if nobody wants them!" called the +little girl, who had almost got the Doll's face clean. + +"I will," her father promised. + +The school was all right again the next day. The broken pipes had been +mended, and the boys and girls could come back to their lessons. The +teacher in the room where Herbert, Dick and their friends studied was +much surprised when the janitor gave her the Doll and the Monkey, and +told about finding them in her desk with an upset bottle of ink. He +related how he had taken them home over-night for safe keeping. + +"And so your little girl cleaned them," said the teacher. "That was very +good of her, and I am going to make her happy. You may take back to her +this doll, with the make-believe tanned face." + +"Are you really going to give my little girl the doll?" asked the +janitor. + +"Yes," replied the teacher. "The little girl from whom I took the doll +is not coming back to this school any more, and her mother sent word I +might give the doll away. So I'll give her to your little girl." + +"That is very kind of you," said the janitor. "My little girl will be +happy." + +The Monkey was put back in the desk until after school. Then Herbert was +called up. + +"Here is your Monkey on a Stick, Herbert," said the teacher. "You must +not bring him to school again." + +"No'm, I won't!" promised the little boy. + +"I am sorry he got that blot of ink on the end of his tail," went on the +teacher. + +"Oh, I don't mind," said Herbert, with a smile. "He can climb his stick +just the same." + +And the Monkey really could. The ink on his tail didn't bother him a +bit. Up and down the stick he went, when Herbert pulled the string, and +even the teacher had to laugh, the Monkey was so funny. + +"I'm so glad I have my Monkey back!" thought Herbert as he ran along the +street. + +All the other boys and girls were ahead of him, as he had been kept in +a little while after school to get his toy back. All at once, as Herbert +was passing a candy store, he saw, coming out of it, Dick, the boy who +owned the White Rocking Horse. + +"Oh, hello, Herbert!" called Dick, giving his friend a piece of candy. +"So you have your Monkey back!" + +"Yes," Herbert answered. "I stayed in to get him." + +"I know how we can have some fun with him," went on Dick. + +"How?" Herbert wanted to know. + +"We can give him a ride on the back of our dog Carlo," went on Dick. "We +can take the Monkey off the stick, and tie him on Carlo's back. Then +Carlo will run and the Monkey will have a fine ride." + +The two boys hurried down the street toward Dick's house. + +"This world is full of surprises," thought the Monkey. "I wonder what +my toy friends in the store would think if they knew I was going to have +a ride on a dog's back. What a wonderful adventure it may be!" + +The Monkey was not afraid. He was a courageous chap, almost as brave as +the Bold Tin Soldier. One has to be brave to climb up and down a stick +day after day, and turn somersaults from the top; I think. + +"How can we make my Monkey stay on your Carlo's back?" asked Herbert, as +they reached Dick's house. + +"We can tie him on, same as my sister once tied her Sawdust Doll to the +back of the Lamb on Wheels," Dick answered. + +"And maybe, some day, we can have a little show," said Herbert. + +"What kind of show?" Dick asked, as he ate the last piece of candy he +had bought on his way from school, having shared some with Herbert. + +"Oh, a show with my Monkey in it, and your Rocking Horse, and Arnold's +Tin Soldiers, and Mirabell's Lamb and Madeline's Candy Rabbit," Herbert +replied. + +"Here, Carlo! Carlo!" called Dick. "Come and give Herbert's Monkey a +ride on your back." + +Carlo came running up, wagging his tail. He liked to play with the boys, +and he did not make a bit of fuss when Dick and Herbert tied the Monkey +on his back. Of course the Monkey was taken off his stick for this +strange ride. He was tied on with bits of string, as the boys had plenty +of this in their pockets. + +"Hold still a minute, Carlo!" called Dick, for the dog was wiggling and +twisting around. "Hold still and we'll soon be ready." + +"How are you going to make him run, after we get the Monkey fastened on +his back?" asked Herbert. + +"Oh, that's easy," Dick answered. "We'll just run down the meadow toward +the brook and he'll follow us all right. He'll give the Monkey a fine +ride, won't you, Carlo?" + +"Bow wow!" barked the dog, which, I suppose, was his way of saying: +"Yes!" + +"Well, I surely hope nothing serious will happen," thought the Monkey, +as he found himself being tied on the dog's fuzzy back. "I have had many +adventures, but never one like this. I hope nothing terrible happens!" + +In another minute the boys tied the last knot. There sat the Monkey, off +his stick, on Carlo's back. + +"Come on, now!" cried Dick, and he and Herbert started to run. + +With a bark Carlo took after them, the Monkey bobbing backward and +forward on the dog's back. + +"As long as they can't very well see me, I'll grab hold of the dog's +hair in my hands," said the Monkey. "In that way I can hold on better. +Some of the strings may break." + +He clutched his hands tightly in the dog's hair. Carlo ran faster and +faster after the boys. + +"Don't go so quick!" begged the Monkey. + +"Bow wow! I have to!" barked Carlo. + +"Oh, I know something dreadful will happen!" exclaimed the Monkey. "I +just know it!" + + + + +CHAPTER V + +MONKEYSHINES + + +Over the green meadow, with the Monkey on his back, ran Carlo the dog. +In front of the dog raced Herbert and Dick, now and then looking back +and laughing. It was great fun for the boys to see the Monkey having a +ride on the dog's back. And, to tell the truth, Carlo and the Monkey +were enjoying it themselves. + +"Do I hurt you, holding on this way?" asked the Monkey of Carlo, +grasping tightly the dog's woolly back. "Do I pull your hair any?" + +"Oh, not much," Carlo barked in answer. "I don't mind a little pull +like that." + +"You see I'm so afraid of falling off and breaking my tail, or something +like that," went on the Monkey. + +"Well, you're tied on, so I don't believe you'll fall," replied the dog. +"Those boys are used to tying things. Once they tied Madeline's Candy +Rabbit on the end of a kite tail, and he nearly went to the moon, I +guess." + +"Oh, yes, I heard about that," said the Monkey. "Only I heard it was a +star, not the moon." + +And then he noticed that he was tied on rather tightly, and he felt +there was not much chance of his falling. So he did not hold so hard to +the dog's back, and Carlo was glad of this. + +Herbert and Dick, looking back to see if Carlo was running after them +(which indeed he was) saw the Monkey bobbing to and fro on the dog's +back. + +"It looks just as if the Monkey was holding on, doesn't it?" asked Dick +of his chum. + +"Yes, it does," admitted Herbert. "Wouldn't it be funny if my Monkey was +_really_ alive, as your dog is, and could ride him whenever he wanted +to?" + +"It would be funny," said Dick. "Very funny!" + +Pretty soon the boys came to a little brook that ran through the meadow. +They stopped on the edge, and looked down into the water in which tiny +fishes were swimming. + +"Shall we jump across the brook and run in the field on the other side?" +asked Dick of Herbert. + +"If we do, won't Carlo jump over, too?" asked Herbert. "And if he tries +to jump over, he may fall in and get all wet, and so will my Monkey." + +"Carlo won't mind getting wet!" laughed Dick. "But it might not be good +for your Monkey. Perhaps we'd better stay on this side of the brook, and +then everything will be all right." + +"I think so, too!" agreed Herbert. + +So the two boys did not try to jump over the stream, but waited on the +edge of it for Carlo to catch up to them. Along came the fussy little +dog, barking and yelping, for he did not like to be left very far +behind. And on his back, still bobbing about, was the Monkey on a Stick. +No, I am wrong. The Monkey was not on his Stick just then. Herbert had +taken him off to give him a ride. It was easy to take the Monkey off his +Stick and put him back on. + +Up ran Carlo; and as soon as he saw the brook full of water what did +that little dog do but start to run right into it! + +"Oh, look out! Stop him!" cried Herbert. "He'll get my Monkey all wet +and spoil him!" + +"Come back, Carlo! Come back!" ordered Dick, making a jump toward his +pet. + +But Carlo had no idea of going too deep into the brook. He just wanted +to get a drink. So he waded in only a little way, stopping just before +the dangling feet of the Monkey would have got wet. + +"Oh, I guess he isn't going to roll in the water," said Dick. "Sometimes +he does that--just rolls right over in it like a fish." + +"If he did that now, with my Monkey on his back, he'd spoil him," said +Herbert. "I'm glad he didn't." + +Carlo lapped the cool water up with his red tongue, and then he waded +out of the brook and toward the boys. He seemed to be asking them: + +"What shall we do next? That was fun--giving the Monkey a ride. But what +shall we do next?" + +"I know what we can do," said Dick to Herbert, after they had sailed +some little make-believe ships in the brook, while Carlo lay in the +grass on the bank. "We can take your Monkey and my dog down the street. +People will see him and laugh. Shall we do that?" + +"Oh, yes. Let's do it!" exclaimed Herbert. + +Once more the boys started to run across the meadow, and Carlo, seeing +them go, and not wanting to be left behind, started after them with a +"bow-wow." The Monkey was still on his back. + +The two boys were almost across the meadow, and were thinking what fun +it would be to see the dog going down the street, giving the Monkey a +ride, when, all of a sudden, Carlo saw a cat. + +Now you know what dogs do when they see cats. They chase them, just for +fun, you understand. And this is what Carlo did--he raced after this cat +as fast as he could go. + +"Carlo!" chattered the Monkey. + +Now, somehow or other, the strings by which the boys had fastened the +Monkey on the back of the dog had become loosened. One knot after +another came undone, and the Monkey felt himself slipping. + +"Oh, wait a minute! Wait a minute, Carlo!" cried the Monkey, for he +could talk now, being out of hearing of the boys. "Wait! Wait!" cried +the Monkey. "I am falling off!" + +"I can't wait!" barked Carlo. "I must get that cat!" + +On he ran, faster than before. Dick and Herbert saw him, and Dick cried: + +"Oh, look at my dog chasing a cat. Let's see if he gets her." + +So they ran after the dog. + +Faster and faster went Carlo, and the strings that held the Monkey on +became looser and looser until, at last, they slipped off altogether, +and down fell the Monkey into the grass. + +The grass was tall and thick, and at the moment when the Monkey fell +Dick and Herbert were down in a sort of little valley, and they did not +see what had happened. So the Monkey fell off the dog's back before they +noticed it. + +As for Carlo, all he was thinking of was getting the cat. And the boys +went after him. + +On all sides of the Monkey was green grass, nice and soft. A little +farther off were some trees. The Monkey could see them as he looked over +the top of the grass. + +"I wish I could climb one of those trees," said the toy Monkey half +aloud. "I've been climbing up and down a stick so long that I am rather +tired of it. I think I ought to climb trees." + +The Monkey was beginning to feel strange. It was the first time he had +ever been by himself, alone in a green field, with the warm sun shining +on him. + +"I feel just like doing something!" said the Monkey, speaking out loud +this time, though he could see no one to whom he might talk. "I'm going +to cut up! Hi yi!" he shouted. "I'm going to jump and turn somersaults +and everything." + +And with that he began leaping about on the soft, green grass. He +jumped this way and that. He jumped forward and backward and he turned +front somersaults and backward somersaults. + +Then, all of a sudden, a voice called, saying: + +"What in the world are you doing, my friend?" + +The Monkey stopped short, and flipped his tail from side to side. + +"Well, I don't see you, and I don't know who you are," he said, "but if +you want to know what I'm doing, I'm cutting up Monkeyshines! That's +what I'm doing! Cutting up Monkeyshines!" + + + + +CHAPTER VI + +IN A CAVE + + +Out from under a large, green leaf, underneath which he had been +sitting, crawled a long green creature. The green creature looked at the +brown Monkey, who, after jumping about, sat down on a little hummock of +grass to rest. + +"What did you say you were doing?" asked the bug. + +"Cutting up Monkeyshines," was the answer. "We Monkeys, whether we are +toys or not, call our fun 'Monkeyshines,' and I thought I'd cut up a few +while I was here by myself. I didn't know you minded." + +"Oh, bless you, I don't mind," said the green creature. "I like to watch +you. It is fun. You are quite a jumper, and I am something of a jumper +myself." + +"Who are you?" asked the Monkey. + +"I'm a Grasshopper," was the answer. "I live here in this green meadow +and sing songs all day long." + +"I am glad to meet you, Mr. Grasshopper," said the Monkey. "Singing +songs must be nice." + +So the Monkey and the Grasshopper sat there talking together. The Monkey +told the different things that had happened to him from the time he had +awakened in a box on the breakfast table until he fell off Carlo's back. + +"Do you have any adventures here in the meadow?" asked the chap who had +been cutting up Monkeyshines. + +"Oh, yes, we have had things happen here," said the Grasshopper. "Of +course they are not as exciting as those you have told me about. But we +rather like them. Do you want to----" + +But just then something began running through the tall grass a short +distance away from where the Monkey sat on a hummock. At first the +Monkey thought it was Carlo, the dog, coming back, but in another moment +he saw a pink nose and two long, flapping ears. + +He knew then it was not Carlo, but he thought it was another friend of +his, so the Monkey called: + +"I say! Hold on there a minute! I want to talk to you, my friend! Wait, +can't you?" + +"Who is it?" asked the Grasshopper, stretching out one long hind leg. +"Who do you see?" + +"My friend, the Candy Rabbit," was the answer. "He just ran through the +grass." + +"That isn't a Candy Rabbit," said the Grasshopper. + +"Who is it, then?" asked the Monkey, in surprise. + +"That's Jack Hare, a real, live rabbit who lives in the meadow here," +was the reply. "He wouldn't like it if you called him a Candy Rabbit." + +The grass waved to and fro, and a moment later a big, white rabbit came +jumping through, and sat down on his hind legs near the big leaf on +which the Grasshopper was perched. The Monkey could see that this rabbit +was different from the one made of candy. This bunny was larger, and his +nose was not so pink. His ears, too, were bigger. + +"Hello, who's your friend, Mr. Grasshopper?" asked Jack Hare. + +"He is a stranger in our meadow," was the answer. "I just met him. He +was cutting up some--er--polishes, I think he said." + +"Shines! Shines! Monkeyshines, not polishes, though they are somewhat +alike," explained the Monkey. "I cut some Monkeyshines after I fell off +a dog's back." + +"A dog! Good gracious! Don't tell me there's a _dog_ around here!" +exclaimed Jack Hare, looking quickly over his shoulder. "A dog will +chase me as soon as he will a cat. I guess I'd better be going." + +"Oh, don't be afraid," said the Monkey. "The dog I mean is Carlo. He is +chasing a cat now, and so he won't come here." + +The Grasshopper and the Live Rabbit sat looking at the Monkey. Soon, +from under another leaf, came hopping a black bug not quite as large as +the green one. The black bug wiggled her legs and chirped cheerfully: + +"Well, well! Whom have we here?" + +"Oh, this is Mr. Monkey Shine," said the Grasshopper. "Allow me to +introduce you to Mr. Monkey Shine, Miss Cricket!" and the green creature +nodded from one to the other. + +"Excuse me, I am Monkey on a Stick, not Monkey Shine, though I do cut up +shines once in a while," said the jolly chap who had fallen off Carlo's +back. "That is my right name--Monkey on a Stick." + +"I'm pleased to meet you," chirped the Cricket. "Welcome to our meadow, +Monkey on a Stick." + +"Thank you," replied the Monkey. + +Then the Grasshopper, the Live Rabbit and the Cricket sat and looked at +the Monkey, and, after a while, he cut some more Monkeyshines for them, +even standing on his head and waving his tail in the air. + +"I wonder if I could do that," said Jack Hare. "I'm going to try." + +"Better not," warned the Monkey. "In turning over you might break off +your ears." + +"Oh, my ears are not made of candy. They will bend, and not break," said +Jack Hare. "Here goes! I'm going to turn a somersault just as you did. +Maybe I can cut some Monkeyshines, too!" + +Well, the Live Rabbit tried, but I can not say that he did it very well. +First he fell over to one side, and then he fell to the other side. And +once he got stuck in the middle, standing on his head with his ears +lying flat along the ground and his legs sticking up in the air. + +"Go on over! Why don't you turn all the way over?" asked the +Grasshopper. + +[Illustration: Monkey Does Some "Monkey Shines." +_Page 65_] + +"I--I can't!" answered the Live Rabbit. "I seem to be stuck half way! If +one of you would be so kind as to give me a push, or a pull, I might +finish my somersault. Come on, help me!" + +"I'll help you," kindly said the Monkey. He took hold of the Live +Rabbit's hind legs and gave him a push. Over went Jack Hare, finishing +his somersault, though not doing it very well. + +The Live Rabbit thanked the Monkey on a Stick for what he had done and +then said: + +"Since you have come to our meadow would you not like to visit my +house?" + +"Where do you live?" asked the Monkey. + +"In a burrow, or underground house, called a cave," answered the Rabbit. +"Perhaps you may not like it, but we Bunnies think it rather nice. Will +you come to my cave, and visit the other Rabbits?" + +"I should love to," said the Monkey. "But you see I belong to a little +boy named Herbert. He got me for a birthday present, and he and Dick +tied me on the dog's back. I fell off and the two boys may come back +here to look for me. If I should go to your cave they might come here, +and, not finding me, might think I had left them forever. I like +Herbert, and as his friends have some of the other toys with whom I used +to live in the store, I want to stay with him." + +"That is easily managed," said the Grasshopper. "You go and visit Jack +Hare's cave, Mr. Monkey. Miss Cricket and I will stay here, and if we +see the boys and the dog coming back, looking for you, we'll hop over +and tell you." + +So it was planned that the Monkey should visit the Rabbit's cave, and +if by any chance, Herbert and Dick came back, the Grasshopper and +Cricket would bring word to the Monkey, who could quickly hop back. + +"Come along, Mr. Monkey," called the Rabbit, and soon the two new +friends were jumping through the grass together. The Monkey was off his +stick, and so he could get along quite well, though not quite so fast as +Jack Hare. But the Rabbit took short jumps and did not get too far +ahead, waiting for the Monkey to catch up to him. + +"Here we are at my cave," said Jack Hare at length, stopping in front of +a hole in the ground. + +"Oh, so this is where you live, is it?" asked the Monkey. He had hopped +across the green meadow through the grass after his new friend. + +"Yes, we'll go down in now, and meet Mrs. Hare and the children," went +on the Live Rabbit. "Mind your step, and don't fall. It's rather steep +until you get inside." + +"And it's dark, too," said the Monkey, following the Rabbit down the +hole into the ground. "How in the world do you see?" + +"Oh, I forgot you aren't like us animals, and can not see quite so well +in the dark," said the Live Rabbit. "Just a moment, I'll turn on the +lamps." + +He stopped and gave three thumps with, his feet on the earthen sides of +the cave. Instantly a soft glow shone all around, and the Monkey could +see very well indeed. + +"Do you have electric lights?" he asked in surprise. + +"No. These are lightning bugs," was the Rabbit's answer. "I keep them +to make the place bright when strangers come. We Rabbits don't need +light ourselves, for we can see in the dark." + +"Some of the toys can, also," said the Monkey. "But I am not very good +at that sort of thing yet. I like light. We had gas and electricity at +the toy store." + +The Monkey followed the Live Rabbit on down through the winding burrow. +It twisted and turned, this way and that, now to the right and now to +the left. Here and there, clinging to the earthen sides, were lightning +bugs, which made the place so bright that the Monkey did not stumble +once. + +"But why does it twist and turn so, like a corkscrew?" the Monkey asked +the Rabbit. + +"We always build our burrow caves like this, to keep out dogs and other +enemies," was the reply. "My real home is still a little farther on. +We'll be there in a moment." + +The Monkey followed on, and soon came to a place where, seated about a +table made from a piece of a flat stump, were several little Rabbit +children and a lady Rabbit. + +"This is my family," said the Live Rabbit. "Mrs. Hare, allow me to +present Mr. Monkey on a Stick, who has come to pay us a visit." + +"Pleased to meet you," said Mrs. Rabbit, bowing low. + +"Hi, Daddy!" called one of the little Rabbits, "where's his stick?" + +And then everybody laughed. + + + + +CHAPTER VII + +OUT IN THE RAIN + + +"Please excuse little Johnnie Hare," said Mrs. Hare to the Monkey. "He +didn't mean to be impolite, asking for your stick." + +"Oh, I know," said the Monkey. "He's just like all children--they just +ask what they want to know about. And I suppose it does seem funny to be +a Monkey on a Stick and then not have your stick with you. But I can +tell you where my stick is, Johnnie," said the Monkey to the little +Rabbit chap, and then he related his adventure on Carlo's back. + +"Oh! Oh! Oh!" said all the other little Rabbits, opening wide their +eyes when they heard this story. "Tell us another, please!" + +"We are just going to have dinner," said Mrs. Hare. "Won't you sit down, +Mr. Monkey on a Stick, and take something? We have some nice carrots and +turnips." + +"Thank you, I'll take a little," said the Monkey. + +A little chair, made from a piece of wood gnawed out by Mr. Jack Hare, +was brought up for the Monkey to sit on, and then the Rabbit family and +the visitor gathered around the table and began eating. I can not say +that the little Rabbit children ate much, for they turned around so +often to look at Mr. Monkey, that, half the time, they missed putting +things in their mouths and dropped them on the table. + +But no one minded this, and every one laughed, so there was a most jolly +good time. The lightning bugs kept on glowing, so it was not at all dark +in the cave, though it would have been only for these fireflies. Mr. and +Mrs. Hare had many questions to ask Mr. Monkey on a Stick about his +adventures, and he told them of the Calico Clown, the Sawdust Doll and +others from the toy store, including the Candy Rabbit. + +"Just fancy!" exclaimed Mrs. Hare. "A Rabbit made of candy! I'm glad +you're not that kind, Jack." + +"So am I," said her husband. "I'd be afraid, every time I jumped, that +I'd break a leg or an ear, if I were made of candy." + +"Now I must show you our cave house," said Mrs. Hare, when the meal was +finished. "We think it is very nice." + +"I'm sure it is," returned the Monkey. + +So he was taken about, and he looked at the different burrows, or rooms, +in the cave house of Mr. Jack Hare. There were rooms for the children +Rabbits and rooms for Mr. and Mrs. Hare. In each room were lightning +bugs to give light, though as Mr. Hare said, they were needed only when +company came that could not see well in the dark. + +"We put out every light when Mr. Mole comes," said Mrs. Hare. + +"Why is that?" asked the Monkey. + +"Because he has no eyes, and doesn't need to see," was the answer. "He +just feels and noses his way around. All darkness is the same to him." + +"Dear me! Well, I like a little light," said the Monkey. "But I think +now, since I have been here quite a while, that I had better go back. +Herbert and Dick might be walking over the meadow, looking for me, for +they know which way Carlo ran, with me on his back, and they often find +things that are lost--those boys do." + +"Oh, stay just a little longer," urged Mrs. Hare. + +"And tell us another story!" begged Johnnie Hare. + +"Well, I will," said the Monkey, and he did. He told about some of the +funny things that had happened in the toy store--things I have told you +children about in the other books. And the bunny boys and girls liked +the story told by the Monkey on a Stick very much indeed. + +The Monkey enjoyed himself so much in the cave house of Mr. Jack Hare +that he stayed longer than he intended. It was along in the middle of +the afternoon before he came out, and as the Monkey and Mr. Hare reached +the outer opening of the burrow the rabbit gentleman knocked on the +ground three times with his hind feet. + +"What's that for?" asked the Monkey. + +"To turn off the lightning bugs," was the answer. "No use burning lights +when no one needs them. I'll turn them on if you call again." + +"Thank you, I shall be glad to pay you another visit," said the Monkey. +"But just now I feel that I must get back to where you first saw me. I +want to ask the Grasshopper or Miss Cricket if they have seen the boys +or the dog." + +"Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll not go back with you," said the +Rabbit. "I am not fond of dogs, and they are altogether too fond of me. +Good-bye!" + +Then he hopped away, waving his paw at the Monkey, and the Monkey jumped +through the grass to the place where he had fallen from the dog's back. + +There he found Mr. Grasshopper and Miss Cricket. They were eating some +of the green things that grew all around them. + +"Have you seen anything of my friends?" asked the Monkey, as he hopped +up and sat on the hummock of grass where he had been resting after +cutting up his Monkeyshines. + +"No, neither the boys nor the dog have been here," said the Grasshopper. + +"But I heard a dog barking," said Miss Cricket. "It may have been the +Carlo you spoke about." + +"And I heard some boys talking," went on the Grasshopper. "They may have +been Dick and Herbert. But they did not come here. Why don't you jump +along until you find them?" + +"Yes, I suppose I could do that," agreed the Monkey. "But I'll wait a +little while, and, if they don't come for me, I'll see if I can find +them. As soon as I see them, though, I shall have to stop, and not move. +We toys are not allowed to move or talk as long as human eyes see us." + +"That's a funny rule," said Miss Cricket. "But then you are a funny +fellow, Mr. Monkey on a Stick." + +"If you think I'm funny, you ought to see my friend, the Calico Clown," +said the Monkey. "He's full of jokes and riddles. He has a queer one +about a pig making a noise under a gate." + +"My goodness! why did he do that?" asked the Grasshopper. + +"Do what?" inquired the Monkey. + +"Why did the pig make a noise under the gate?" the Grasshopper wanted to +know. "Why couldn't he stay in his pen where he belonged, or in the +barnyard?" + +"That's what the riddle's about, I suppose," said the Monkey. "Anyhow, +none of us can answer, and the Clown's always asking it. If you want to +see some one really funny, meet the Calico Clown." + +After a little more talk among the three friends, the Monkey said he +thought he would hop along and see if he could find the two boys or the +dog. + +"Aren't you afraid, if you find the dog alone, he may bite you?" asked +the Grasshopper. + +"Oh, my, no!" exclaimed the Monkey. "Carlo is a friend of mine. If he +found me he would take me home to Herbert's house. I had even rather +find him than the boys, for I can talk to the dog, and I can't talk to +Dick and Herbert." + +"Well, we wish you luck," chirped the Cricket, and the Grasshopper did +also. + +Away hopped the Monkey, making his journey through the tall grass of +the green meadow. The grass was rather high, and he could not see very +well. But he looked the best he could on every side, and, every now and +then, he stopped to listen. + +He wanted to hear the barking of Carlo or the shouts of Dick and +Herbert, who, as he guessed, were, even then, looking for him. But the +boys looked in the wrong place, and, as it happened, the Monkey jumped +in the wrong direction. + +The only creatures the Monkey met were bugs and beetles, butterflies and +birds, grasshoppers and crickets in the grass. They all spoke to him +kindly, and though some of them said they had seen or heard the boys and +the dog, none seemed able to tell the Monkey how to find his friends. + +"And it is getting late, too," said the Monkey to himself, as he looked +up at the sky. "Soon the sun will set, and it will be dark. And then it +will be so much the harder for me to find Dick and Herbert and Carlo, or +for them to find me. Well, I suppose I must make the best of it." + +He was a plucky Monkey chap, almost as adventurous as the Bold Tin +Soldier, and he kept jumping on through the tall grass of the meadow. +All at once, as he skipped along, being able to move quite fast now that +he was off his stick, the Monkey stumbled over a stone and fell flat +down. + +"Ouch!" he cried, as he picked himself up. "I hope I haven't broken +anything." + +Very luckily he had not. He was as good as ever, except that his plush +fur was rumpled a bit. But he soon brushed himself smooth again, and he +was about to hop on, when, all at once, he felt a splash of water on his +head. + +"Dear me! is some one squirting water at me from a toy rubber ball or a +water pistol?" exclaimed the Monkey. + +More drops splashed down, dozens and dozens of them. Then the Monkey +looked up and cried: + +"Oh, it's raining! It's pouring! I'll be soaking wet! I'll be drowned +out in the rain without an umbrella or rubbers! Oh, my!" + +And the rain came down harder and harder and _harder_. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII + +HERBERT FINDS THE MONKEY + + +Poor Monkey on a Stick! Oh, I forgot! He wasn't on a stick now, was he? +Herbert had the stick, and it was just as well he had, for the Monkey, +being rid of it, could hop around better. + +"And I need to hop around a lot, to keep out of the wet," said the +Monkey to himself, after he had come from the Rabbit's cave and had been +caught in the rain. + +Harder and harder the big drops came pelting down. At first the Monkey +tried to keep dry by crawling under the grass. But, thick and tall as it +was, it was not like an umbrella, and the drops came through. Soon the +Monkey was very wet. + +"I know I'll catch cold!" he said sorrowfully. "I'll get the snuffles! +I'm not used to being soaked like this." + +And, truly, he was not. Since he had been made at the workshop of Santa +Claus, the Monkey had never been out in a rain storm. He had always been +either in the toy factory, the department store, or in some house, and +when he was taken from one place to another he was always well wrapped +up, so it did not matter whether there was snow or rain. + +But now it was different. The Monkey was getting wetter and wetter each +minute. + +"It's the first time I've been in so much water since the janitor's +little girl tried to wash the ink spot off the end of my tail," the +Monkey said. + +Just then he heard a voice calling: + +"Come over here, Mr. Monkey! Over this way, and you can stand under this +big leaf, which is like an umbrella!" + +"Hello! Who are you?" asked the Monkey, looking around, but seeing no +one. By this time he had crossed the green meadow and was near a little +clump of trees. + +"I am Jack in the Pulpit," was the answer. "I live on the edge of the +woods. There are big fern leaves here under which you can be safe from +the rain. Hop over!" + +So the Monkey hopped through the wet grass until he came close to the +trees in the woods. Then the voice called again: + +"Straight ahead now, and you'll see me!" + +The Monkey looked, and saw a queer little thin green chap, standing up +in the middle of a sort of brown, striped leaf that curled over his +head, just as in some churches the pulpit curls down over the preacher's +head. + +"Who did you say you were?" asked the Monkey. + +"I am Jack in the Pulpit," was the answer. "Some folks call me a plant, +and others a flower. They don't know I am really alive, and can come to +life as you toys do. I saw you getting wet, so I called to you. Get +under one of these big, broad fern leaves, and it will keep the rain off +as well as an umbrella." + +Jack in the Pulpit nodded toward a big fern leaf near where he himself +was growing, and in an instant the Monkey had crawled under this +shelter. Truly enough it kept off the rain, the drops pattering down on +the leaf over the Monkey's head as they used to patter on the roof of +the toy store. No longer was he out in the rain. + +"Thank you for telling me how to keep out of the wet," said the Monkey +to Jack in the Pulpit. + +"Oh, you are very welcome," was the answer. "And now please tell me +about yourself and whether you have had any adventures. I love to hear +about adventures." + +So the Monkey told all about himself, even down to the time when he fell +off Carlo's back and visited the cave of Jack Hare. + +"And I suppose Herbert is looking for me now," said the Monkey. + +"Oh, I hardly think he would be looking for you in all this rain," said +Jack in the Pulpit. "Besides it will soon be night. You had better make +up your mind to stay here until morning. Then the sun will be shining +and you can hop back to the place where you fell off the dog's back. +Then Herbert and Dick may come along and find you." + +"That's what I'll do," said the Monkey. + +Just as the Jack had said it would, it soon became dark, and it kept on +raining. But the Monkey curled up under the big fern leaf, where it was +nice and dry. Soon the Monkey began to feel warm and sleepy, and, before +he knew it, he was fast asleep. + +In the morning the rain had stopped. The sun came out bright and warm +and dried up the damp grass. Jack in the Pulpit awoke, and, looking over +toward the Monkey, fast asleep under the broad leaf, called: + +"Hi, there, Mr. Monkey! It's morning! Now maybe you can find Herbert, or +he can find you!" + +"Dear me! Morning so soon?" exclaimed the Monkey, stretching out his +legs. "I must have slept very soundly." + +"Did you dream any?" asked the Jack. + +"Not that I remember," was the answer. "But I am glad the rain has +stopped. Now I'll hop over the meadow, back to the place where I fell +off Carlo's back, and I'll wait there until Herbert comes for me, as I +am sure he will." + +"I shall be sorry to see you go," said Jack, "but I suppose it has to +be. If you ever get back this way again, stop and see me." + +The Monkey said he would and then, smoothing down his plush, he sat out +in the sun awhile to get a little dryer and warmer. He looked at the end +of his tail. + +"The ink is almost washed off," he said. "I am glad of that." + +Then he began to hop across the field, making his way through the tall +grass. He thought he would know it when he came to the place where the +string had come loose, and where he had fallen from Carlo's back, but +the grass looked so much alike all over that the Monkey was beginning to +think he might be lost in it. + +All at once, however, he heard a voice saying: + +"Well, you've come back, have you?" + +The Monkey looked around, and there sat his friend Mr. Grasshopper, and +near him was Miss Cricket. + +"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" cried the Monkey. "I was looking for the +place I first met you--the place where I fell off the dog's back." + +"It is right here," said the Grasshopper. "This is where I first noticed +you. And there is the hummock of grass you sat on." + +Then the Monkey knew he was back at the place he wished to reach. He sat +down and talked with the Grasshopper and the Cricket, telling them of +his visit to Jack Hare's cave, and also how he had slept all night under +a leaf near Jack in the Pulpit. + +"Hark!" suddenly called the Grasshopper. + +"What's the matter?" asked the Monkey. + +"I think you are going to get your wish," was the Grasshopper's answer. +"I hear boys talking and a dog barking. We had better be going, Miss +Cricket. Good-bye, Mr. Monkey on a Stick!" + +"Good-bye," called the Cricket. + +With that they hopped away. The Monkey listened, and, surely enough, he +heard the barking of a dog and the talking of two boys. + +"It was right about here he must have fallen off," said one boy. + +"It might have been farther on," said another boy. + +And just then the grass began to wave from side to side, and through it +came bursting Carlo, the little dog! At once he saw the Monkey. + +"Bow wow! Oh, here you are!" barked Carlo. "I thought I should find +you." + +"I'm glad you did," said the Monkey. Then the two friends had no further +chance to talk, for Dick and his chum came running along when they heard +the dog bark. + +"Oh, here he is!" cried Herbert. "I've found my lost Monkey. Now I'm +going to put him back on his stick!" + + + + +CHAPTER IX + +MONKEY IN A TENT + + +Herbert and Dick, with Carlo the dog, had searched through the meadow +all the afternoon, to find the Monkey, but they did not find him. At +night the two boys had gone to their homes, and Herbert felt sad at +losing his toy. + +"Never mind," said Madeline, as she let Herbert hold her Candy Rabbit, +"to-morrow I'll help you look for your Monkey. Maybe he's hiding down in +the tall grass, as Dorothy's Sawdust Doll once did." + +"Maybe," said Herbert hopefully. But still he felt sad. + +The next day he and Dick and Carlo again went to the meadow. They looked +all around, and at last they found the Monkey, as I have told you. + +Of course neither of the boys knew what an adventure the Monkey had had, +nor how he had gone to visit Jack Hare in the cave, and had seen the +little Rabbits. Nor did they know how he had become dried out by +sleeping under the fern leaf. + +"Well, now we'll have some fun, as long as I have my Monkey back," said +Herbert, and he and Dick, followed by the dog, went back across the +meadow. + +"What are you going to do?" asked Dick. + +"Put up a tent and have a show," Herbert answered. "You can bring your +White Rocking Horse, and Arnold can bring his Bold Tin Soldier. If +Dorothy wants to, she can bring her Sawdust Doll, Mirabell can bring +her Lamb of Wheels, and my sister Madeline can bring her Candy Rabbit." + +"That'll be a fine show!" cried Dick. + +The two little boys hurried back to Herbert's house, and told his mother +what they were going to do. Herbert showed his mother the Monkey he had +found in the meadow, and Dick hurried over to his house to get his +Rocking Horse, and to tell his sister about the show. + +"What can I make a tent of?" asked Herbert. + +"Oh, I think I can let you take some old sheets," said his mother, "and +you can hang them over the clothesline in the yard. That will make a +nice little tent for your show." + +"Yes, that will be fine," said Herbert. "Thank you, Mother." + +He carried his Monkey into the house and put him on a table, where +Madeline was sitting, playing with her Candy Rabbit. + +"Watch my Monkey so he doesn't jump away, will you, please?" asked +Herbert of his sister, laughing and pretending his toy was alive. + +"What are you going to do?" asked Madeline. + +"Make a tent to have a show," answered her brother. + +"Oh, let me help!" she cried, and she set her Candy Rabbit down on the +table near the Monkey and ran out with Herbert. Mother gave the children +the sheet, and in a little while the sheet tent was being put up in the +yard over the clothesline. + +[Illustration: Monkey Thanks Jack in the Pulpit. +_Page 89_] + +As soon as the Candy Rabbit and Monkey found themselves alone they +looked at one another and began to talk, as they were allowed to do. + +"Where in the world have you been?" asked the Candy Rabbit. + +"You may well ask that," replied the Monkey. "I have had _so_ many +adventures, and I met some friends of yours." + +"Friends of mine?" repeated the Candy Rabbit. "Do you mean the Lamb on +Wheels or the Bold Tin Soldier?" + +"Neither one. I mean Live Rabbits," answered the Monkey. Then he told of +going to the cave of Jack Hare and of being caught in the rain storm. + +"Oh, what wonderful adventures!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit. + +"What happened to you while I was away?" asked the Monkey. + +"Oh, many things," answered the Candy Rabbit. "Once Madeline left me +alone, and the cat came in and began to lick the sugar off my pink +nose. Another time a little mouse came out of a hole in the closet where +I am kept at night, and nibbled a few crumbs of sweetness off the end of +my stubby tail." + +"Gracious!" cried the Monkey. "Weren't you scared?" + +"A little," answered the Rabbit. "But I jumped to one side, and when +Madeline opened the closet door the mouse ran away." + +All the while the Monkey and Candy Rabbit were talking, Herbert, Dick +and Arnold, with Madeline, Dorothy and Mirabell to help, were putting up +the sheet tent in Herbert's yard. The clothesline was pulled tight +between two posts and the sheets put over the line. The edges were +fastened to the ground with wooden rings, and then some pieces of cloth +were pinned to the back of the sheet to close that end. It took two or +three days to make the tent, but at last it was finished. + +"We'll leave one end open for the front door," said Herbert. + +"But if we do that everybody can look in and see our show for nothing," +objected Dick. "That isn't right. They ought to give one pin, or two +pins, to come to see our show." + +"We can pin some pieces of cloth at the front end of the tent," +suggested Mirabell. "I have an old shawl over at my house that Mother +lets me spread on the grass when I play with my Lamb on Wheels. I'll get +that to close the front of the tent." + +The old shawl was just what was needed to make a front "door" for the +show tent, and soon it was pinned in place. Some old boxes were found by +Patrick, the kind gardener, and these were to be used for seats. + +"Now we'd better all go and get our things that are going to be in the +show," said Herbert. "I'll bring out my Monkey." + +"And I'll get my Candy Rabbit," offered Madeline. + +"I'll have to have somebody help me carry over my Tin Soldier Captain +and all the men," said Arnold. "I don't want to drop any of 'em." + +"I'll help you, as soon as I bring out my Monkey," offered Herbert. + +"And I'd like somebody to help me carry over my Lamb," said Mirabell. + +"I'll help you," said Dick. "I'll bring over my White Rocking Horse and +your Lamb, Mirabell." + +So, as it happened, Herbert's Monkey and Madeline's Candy Rabbit were +the first of the toy friends to be brought into the tent. The Monkey +was on his stick, as Herbert was going to make him do tricks by climbing +up to the top of it, and turning somersaults, as it was intended for the +Monkey to do. + +"Do you think my Rabbit and your Monkey will be all right if we leave +them here alone in the tent?" asked Madeline, as the toys were put down +on one of the boxes, and she and her brother started to help the other +children carry in their things. + +"Oh yes, they'll be all right," said Herbert. + +But he and Madeline had not been very long away, and the Monkey and +Candy Rabbit had not been very long alone in the tent, before something +happened. + +All at once, just as the Monkey was thinking of asking the Candy Rabbit +what tricks that sweet chap was going to do in the show, a loud noise +was heard in the tent. + +"Baa-a-a-a-!" was what the Rabbit and the Monkey heard. + +"Was that you?" asked the Monkey of the Rabbit. + +"I was just going to ask if you had called," said the Rabbit. + +"Baa-a-a-a-a!" came again. + +"It sounds like the Lamb on Wheels," said the Candy Rabbit. + +"Oh, it can't be," said the Monkey. "She'd come in to see us. Who do you +suppose it is?" + +"Baa-a-a-a-a!" sounded again, and then a funny black nose, followed by a +head with curving horns on it, was thrust into the tent. + +"This isn't the Lamb!" cried the Monkey. + +"Indeed I'm not a Lamb!" was the answer. "I'm a Billy Goat! Baa-a! +Baa-a-a-a! What's going on here?" he bleated. + +"We're going to have a show," said the Monkey. "I am going to be in it, +and so is the Candy Rabbit." + +"Oh, no, the Candy Rabbit isn't!" said the Goat. "He isn't going to be +in the show. He's going to be in _me_, for I am going to eat him! I am +very fond of candy, and I've been looking for some for a long time. I +wondered what was in this tent, and now I know. I saw it from over in +the vacant lots where I live. Then I came over to peep in, when I saw +that the boys and girls had gone. Yes, indeed! I like sugar, and I'm +going to eat the Candy Rabbit!" + +The bad Goat, with his sharp horns, walked into the tent and over toward +the box on which the Candy Rabbit sat near the Monkey on a Stick. + +"Oh, yum-yum! How I love candy!" bleated the goat, wiggling his whiskers +and smacking his lips. "How I love sugar! I'm going to nibble some +sweetness off the ears of the Candy Rabbit." + +"Oh, no you're not!" suddenly cried the Monkey. + +"Why not? Who will stop me?" asked the bad Goat, stamping his foot. + +"I will!" cried the brave Monkey on a Stick. "Here! You get out of this +tent!" and the Monkey stood straight up on his stick and looked with +both eyes at the goat. + +[Illustration: Monkey Protects Candy Rabbit. +_Page 106_] + + + + +CHAPTER X + +MONKEY IN A SHOW + + +The bad Goat walked closer and closer to the Candy Rabbit. And that poor +Bunny toy was so frightened that he did not think of jumping out of the +way. + +"I'm going to get sweetness off your ears," said the Goat, teasing. + +"Oh, if you bite my ears I can't be in the show!" said the poor Rabbit. + +The Monkey climbed higher and higher on his stick, after he had said he +would stop the Goat from eating the Candy Rabbit. And now, just as the +Goat was going to take the Bunny up from the box, the Monkey suddenly +gave a jump! Oh, such a jump! + +Off his stick he jumped, and he landed right on the Goat's back. With +his hands the Monkey began to pull the Goat's hair. + +He even reached around and pulled the Goat's whiskers, the Monkey did. + +"Baa-a-a-a-a!" bleated the Goat. "Stop, Monkey! You're hurting me! +You're pulling my hair!" + +"Then get out of this tent and leave the Candy Rabbit alone!" shouted +the Monkey. + +"No! I want sweet stuff!" bleated the bad Goat. + +Then the Monkey jumped off the Goat's back, and, catching up the stick, +on which he climbed to the top when the string was pulled, the Monkey +began hitting the Goat over the nose with it. + +"Oh, my nose! My soft and tender nose!" bleated the Goat, as he ran out +of the tent. + +"Thank you, so much, for saving me," said the Rabbit to the Monkey, as +the likely chap climbed back on his stick. + +"I am very glad I could help you," said the Monkey. "I guess that Goat +won't come back in a hurry!" + +And as the Groat ran out of the tent, the children, bringing up their +other toys to have the show, saw him. + +"Oh, look at the big sheep!" cried Madeline. + +"That isn't a sheep, it's a goat," said her brother. + +"Oh, maybe he ate my Candy Rabbit!" cried the little girl. "I must go +and look." + +She and the other children hurried into the tent. There were the Monkey +and the Rabbit safe together. But the children did not know what a +narrow escape the Rabbit had had. + +By this time Arnold, with the help of the other boys, had brought over +his Bold Tin Soldier and the other men in the army company; Dick had +brought his White Rocking Horse; and Dorothy's Sawdust Doll and +Mirabell's Lamb on Wheels were also in the tent. Of course Herbert's +Monkey and Madeline's Candy Rabbit were the first to be in the show. + +"Now the performance is going to start!" cried Herbert, when the +brothers and sisters were seated on the benches, which were made from +the boxes Patrick, the gardener, had given Dick. "The show is going to +start! All ready!" + +Besides the six children mentioned there were others who lived on the +same street with these six friends. These children had all come to the +show. The boys and girls brought two pins to get in. Those who brought +toy animals to act in the show did not have to bring any pins to come +in. + +"The first act in the show!" called Herbert, who was the ringmaster, +"will be Mr. Dick riding on his White Rocking Horse! Ladies and +Gentlemen, see Mr. Dick!" + +"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cried the children, clapping their hands. + +Dick drew his horse out into the middle of the tent. Of course if the +Rocking Horse had been there alone he could have trotted out by himself. +But, as it was, Dick had to drag him. + +Then Dick climbed on the back of his white steed, took hold of the +reins, and cried: "Gid-dap!" + +Back and forth rocked Dick on his Horse, and, as I have told you in the +book about this toy, the Horse could move along whenever any one was on +his back. He moved just as a rocking chair moves. + +Across the middle of the tent rode Dick on his Rocking Horse. The little +chap pretended he was a cowboy, and swung his cap around his head, and +he even made believe lasso wild bulls with a piece of clothesline. + +"Bang! Bang!" cried Dick, shooting make-believe pistols the way real +cowboys do. + +"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!" cried all the children, for they liked to see +Dick ride the White Rocking Horse. + +"What's next, Herbert?" asked Madeline. + +"Hush, you mustn't talk in the show," cautioned her brother. "The +ringmaster is the only one who can talk, and I'm him. The next part of +the show is the dance of the Sawdust Doll." + +This was Dorothy's chance, and she came out with her toy. And then and +there the Sawdust Doll did a funny little dance while Mirabell played on +a mouth organ. Of course Dorothy had to hold the Doll and dance around +with her, but it was as good as if the Doll had done it herself, and the +boys and girls clapped their hands. + +"Isn't this a wonderful show?" whispered the Sawdust Doll to the Monkey, +when she had a chance, as the children crowded down to one end of the +tent to get some cookies Herbert's mother brought out to them. + +"Yes, you did your part very well," whispered back the Monkey. "Do you +think I shall get a chance to do any of my tricks?" + +"Oh, yes," answered the Doll. "I'm sure you're going to be the best part +of the show." + +When the cookies were eaten, Herbert again took the part of ringmaster. + +"The next thing in the show will be a fight with the Tin Soldiers," said +Herbert. "Mr. Dick will take half of them and Mr. Arnold will take the +other half, and there will be a battle right here in the tent." + +Dick and Arnold divided the Tin Soldiers between them, and set them in +two armies on one of the big box tops. Then the tin fighters were moved +backward and forward, just as in real battle. + +"Bang! Bang!" Arnold would shout. "Bang! Bang!" Dick would answer, and +so the make-believe guns were fired. The Bold Tin Soldier Captain was +moved to and fro, and so were the privates, the Corporal and the +Sergeant. + +"Now the fight is over," said Herbert, after a while. "We'll make +believe both sides won, 'cause it will be nicer that way. And you can +take the soldiers away, Arnold, 'cause next is going to be a race +between the Candy Rabbit and the Lamb on Wheels." + +"Oh, my Rabbit can't race with the Lamb!" objected Madeline. "The Lamb +is too big." + +"Yes, I guess that's so," admitted her brother. "Well, then the next +part of the show," he cried in a loud voice, "will be when the Candy +Rabbit rides around the ring on the back of the Lamb on Wheels." + +"Oh, that will be nice," said Mirabell, blowing a kiss to her woolly +Lamb. + +The two girls left their seats and took their places in the middle of +the tent. Mirabell tied a string to her Lamb and then Madeline took her +Candy Rabbit and held him on the fleecy back of the Lamb. + +Around and around the little grass ring in the tent rode the Candy +Rabbit on the back of the Lamb, and the boys and girls thought it was a +very nice part of the show. One of the Lamb's wheels squeaked a little +where she had caught rheumatism after her ride down the brook. + +"And now we come to the last act!" said Herbert. "This will be some +tricks by my Monkey on a Stick." + +"I'm glad my chance has come at last," thought the Monkey to himself. "I +must do my best!" + +The Monkey had got back on his stick himself after he had driven the +Goat out of the tent, and now the funny chap was all ready to do +whatever Herbert wanted. + +"The first trick," said the little boy ringmaster, "will be turning a +front somersault!" + +He pulled the string, up the stick went the Monkey, and then and there, +before the crowd of boys and girls in the tent, the lively fellow +turned a somersault head over tail. + +"Hurray! Hurray!" cried Dick and the others, clapping their hands. + +"The next trick," went on Herbert, "will be when my Monkey turns a back +somersault." + +Once more the string was pulled. Up the stick shinned the Monkey, and, +when he reached the top, he turned a back somersault. Of course this was +harder than a front one, and the boys and girls clapped all the more. + +"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen!" cried Herbert, just like a real +ringmaster in a real circus, "the next trick will be when my Monkey does +a flip-flap-flop!" + +And, indeed, that was a very hard trick to do. But the Monkey did it +when Herbert pulled the string, and all the boys and girls said it was +fine, and that the show was one grand affair. + +The Monkey did several other tricks, and then Herbert's mother, outside +the tent, called, just like a circus vendor: + +"Here's your pink lemonade! Here's your pink lemonade!" + +And, as true as I'm telling you, she had made a big pitcher of sweet +lemonade for the children, and had colored it pink with strawberry +juice. + +"Oh! Ah! Um!" said the boys and girls, and, really, I think the lemonade +was almost as good a part of the show as the tricks of the Monkey, the +fight of the Tin Soldiers, or the dance of the Sawdust Doll. + +"Well, the show is over. I wonder what will happen next," said the Lamb +on Wheels to the Bold Tin Captain. + +"Maybe the children will have another," said the Monkey. "But, while we +have the chance, I would like to talk to my friends the Sawdust Doll, +the Bold Tin Soldier, the White Rocking Horse, and all the others." + +And so the toys talked among themselves, and told of their different +adventures, just as I have told you in the different books. And they all +said the Monkey was very brave to have driven away the bad Goat as he +had done. + +"I'd like to know what the Calico Clown is doing all this time, since we +came away from the toy store," said the Monkey, after a while. + +"So would I," put in the Sawdust Doll. "I wonder if anything has +happened to him." + +And as perhaps you children are wondering the same thing, I have decided +to make the next book about that funny chap. + +The volume will be called "The Story of a Calico Clown." He had many +wonderful adventures to tell about. + +As for the Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, the White Rocking Horse, +the Candy Rabbit, the Bold Tin Soldier and the Monkey on a Stick, why, +they had some strange adventures, too, and they took part in another +show. But this is all I have to tell you just now about the Monkey on a +Stick, except to say that he lived for many years with Herbert and +Madeline, and had many happy times. + + +THE END + + + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS SERIES + +By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY + + * * * * * + +=Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.= + +=For Children 6 to 12 Years= + + * * * * * + +This series presents early American history in a manner that impresses +the young readers. Because of George and Martha Washington Parke, two +young descendants of the famous General Washington, these stories follow +exactly the life of the great American, by means of playing they act the +life of the Washingtons, both in battles and in society. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS + + Their thrilling battles and expeditions generally + end in "punishment" lessons read by Mrs. Parke + from the "Life of Washington." The culprits listen + intently, for this reading generally gives them + new ideas for further games of Indian warfare and + Colonists' battles. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS RELATIVES + + The Davis children visit the Parke home and join + zealously in the games of playing General + Washington. So zealously, in fact, that little Jim + almost loses his scalp. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' TRAVELS + + The children wage a fierce battle upon the roof of + a hotel in New York City. Then, visiting the Davis + home in Philadelphia, the patriotic Washingtons + vanquish the Hessians on a battle-field in the + empty lot back of the Davis property. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS AT SCHOOL + + After the school-house battle the Washingtons + discover a band of gypsies camping near the back + road to their homes and incidentally they secure + the stolen horse which the gypsies had taken from + the "butter and egg farmer" of the Parkes. + + +THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS' HOLIDAYS + + They spend a pleasant summer on two adjoining + farms in Vermont. During the voyage they try to + capture a "frigate" but little Jim is caught and + about to be punished by the Captain when his + confederates hasten in and save him. + + * * * * * + +=GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK= + + + + +THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES + +By DAVID CORY + +Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little +Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + +=Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated. +Each Volume Complete in Itself.= + + * * * * * + +To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. That's the way all the +little people feel about this young, adventurous cat, son of a very +famous father. + + THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + + FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. IN FAIRYLAND + + TRAVELS OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND OLD MOTHER GOOSE + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., IN NEW MOTHER GOOSE LAND + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND TOM THUMB + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND ROBINSON CRUSOE + + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND THE MAN IN THE MOON + + * * * * * + +=GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK= + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's notes: + +Punctuation normalized. + +Page 58, somesaults changed to "somersaults." 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