"
"Oh, Wango is a regular pest for playing tricks!" said Miss Winkler. "I
tell Jed, every day, that I won't have the monkey around any longer, but
I always give in and let him stay. Now if he was as nice and quiet as
the parrot it would be all right."
And just then the parrot began to screech and to cry:
"No tramps allowed! Sic 'em, Towser!"
Really the parrot made more noise than Wango, but Miss Winkler did not
seem to think so.
"Well, I'm glad to get back my wig, anyhow," said Mr. Treadwell, as he
took that and the jacket from Wango. "This little monkey must have gone
in my room, found that I left my trunk open, and then he took out what
he wanted."
"Do you really think he knew he was dressing up like a tramp?" asked
Lucile.
"You never know what Wango thinks he's doing," said Miss Winkler. "But
I'm glad I caught him in time. There wouldn't have been a cookie left if
he had got his paws in the jar."
"Are there any cookies left now, Miss Winkler?" asked Bunny, with a
funny little side look at his sister.
"Oh, yes, there's a whole jar full," answered the sailor's sister.
"Are you--aren't you going to give Wango any?" asked Bunny.
"Give Wango any? Give my good sugar cookies to that monkey? Well, I
guess not!" cried Miss Winkler. Then, as she looked at Bunny and Sue, a
more gentle look came over her face.
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