which Ted remembered as that of Mrs.
Watson, or "Aunt Sallie," as Uncle Toby called her.

"No, this isn't the police," Uncle Toby answered, through the
half-opened door of the car that Ted had unlatched, ready to leap out.

Aunt Sallie did not seem to know Uncle Toby's voice, for she asked
another question.

"Is it the firemen then?"

"Good gracious!" cried Uncle Toby, opening the automobile door wider, so
that a swirl of snow drifted in. "What in the world is the matter? Why
do you want the firemen and policemen, Aunt Sallie?"

"Oh, thank goodness! It's you, is it, Uncle Toby?"

"Yes! Yes!" was the quick answer. "You stay in the car a moment,
children," said Mr. Bardeen, as he got out on the side of the steering
wheel. "Something must have happened. I'll see what it is."

Just then the crowd, which stood partly in the street and partly in the
yard of Uncle Toby's house, but up at the farther end, away from the
driveway, gave a shout.

"There he goes!" cried several voices.

"What can have happened?" exclaimed Janet, greatly excited.

"It's a fire, I guess," said Ted. "Aunt Sallie was asking for the
firemen."

"And she asked for the policemen, too," said Tom. "Maybe it's a burglar
up on the roof."

"That's right!" chimed in Harry, the new boy. "And maybe he's trying to
go down the chimney."

"Like Santa Claus," added his sister Mary, whom Jan and Lola had begun
to like very much.

"I want to see Santa C'aus!" cried Trouble, and he made a wiggle to get
out of the open door by which Uncle Toby had left.

"No! No!" cried Ted, catching hold of his little brother.

"Something has happened, anyhow," decided Tom. "This crowd wouldn't be
here for nothing. But I don't believe it's a fire, for there isn't any
smoke. I guess the reason Aunt Sallie wanted the firemen was because
they have ladders to get somebody down off the roof."

"Who could be up on the roof?" Jan wanted to know.

No one answered, but as both front doors of the closed automobile were
now open the children could hear what Uncle Toby and Aunt Sallie were
saying.

"What in the world has happened?" asked Uncle Toby.

"It's Jack, your monkey," was the answer. "He got loose a little while
ago and scrambled up on the roof. He's perched there now, near the
chimney. First I knew of it was when I saw a lot of boys in front of the
house, looking up. I thought the chimney was on fire."

"Was that why you wanted the firemen?" asked Uncle Toby.

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