"Indeed he did," chimed in Mart and Lucile Clayton.
Just then Mr. Treadwell came through the hall into the kitchen.
"It's no use, Miss Winkler," he said. "I can't find my big wig anywhere.
If I use one like if in the play I'll have to send to New York for
another. My wig is lost."
"No, it isn't, either!" exclaimed Miss Winkler. "There it is--on Wango!"
She pointed to the monkey, which, just then, ran around from behind the
chair on which he had been standing. And, surely enough Wango had on the
big, white wig for which Mr. Treadwell and Miss Winkler had been
searching so long. The wig made Wango look like an old man.
"And he has on one of my jackets, too!" exclaimed the actor. "It's one I
use in some of my stage plays, children, where I have to have a very
short, little jacket. No wonder you thought a tramp was in Miss
Winkler's kitchen! Wango, are you trying to be an impersonator, such as
I used to be?" asked Mr. Treadwell, laughing and shaking his finger at
Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey.
Wango made a funny little chattering noise, and took off the wig, which
he held out to the actor.
"See, he's saying he's sorry!" exclaimed Lucile.
Next Wango took off the jacket. It was one of the costumes Mr. Treadwell
used on the stage.
"I guess he won't dress up again," said Mart. "I didn't know he was such
a performer.
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