"

"Jack won't; that is, not after I speak to him," said Uncle Toby. "I'll
call him to come down, and you can go up on a ladder and get him if you
will."

"Oh, we'll do it all right," said the fireman. He and the police
officers knew and liked Uncle Toby.

Shortly afterward a ladder was raised to the roof, and a fireman went
up. He had to be careful on the sloping roof, on account of the slippery
snow that covered it. But another ladder, laid on the shingles, gave him
a firm footing.

Nearer and nearer he crawled to the crouching monkey. The crowd, which
had been laughing and joking, kept quiet now so Uncle Toby could talk to
Jack.

"Come on down, old fellow! Let the fireman bring you down. And don't
bite him!" called Uncle Toby to his pet.

Jack seemed to understand. He chattered a little, and then, when the
fireman was near enough, the monkey put his arms around the man's neck
and clung tightly.

"Now you're all right, old chap!" said the fireman, who was fond of
animals. "I've got you!"

A little later man and monkey were safe on the ground, while the crowd
cheered. Uncle Toby took Jack from the fireman, and the monkey nestled
in his master's arms, seemingly very glad to be down off the roof and
out of the storm.

"I must get him some hot milk to drink," said Uncle Toby, as the firemen
and police started back to their quarters. The crowd, seeing that there
was to be no more excitement, melted away out of the storm.

"Come, Curlytops, get in the house! All of you get in the house out of
the storm!" cried Uncle Toby, for the children had gone around to the
front to watch the rescue of Jack.

"Yes, yes! Come in!" cried Aunt Sallie. "You'll all get your deaths of
sneezes! Talk about hot milk for a monkey! I guess these children need
it more than Jack does!"

"We'll all have some hot milk!" declared Uncle Toby. "Here, Aunt Sallie,
you look after the Curlytops and their friends while I put the car away,
and then I'll come back and we'll have a cozy supper," went on Mr.
Bardeen. "I'll put Jack by the fire to thaw him out."

"I'm hungry!" announced Trouble.

"Bless your heart! you shall have something to eat as soon as I can get
it on the table," said Aunt Sallie. "That bad old Jack made a lot of
work!"

She shook a finger at the monkey, who whimpered a little.

"Oh, don't scold him!" begged Lola.

"Will he do tricks?" asked Tom.

"He's done enough tricks for one night," replied Aunt Sallie, as she