eggs," said
Sue.

"But you mustn't fall into any hen's nest, as you did once in our barn,
and get your dress all egg," said Bunny.

"I won't," promised Sue. "Oh, Bunny, I can hardly wait!" and she jumped
up and down, she was so excited and happy.

"Neither can I," said her brother. "I'll tell you what let's do!"

"What?" asked Sue.

"Let's go down to Mrs. Redden's and get a lollypop. We have our penny,
and mother said we could each spend one this afternoon."

"All right," Sue replied. "And then shall we go in and see Wango, the
monkey?"

"I guess so. But we'd better eat our lollypops first, or he'll beg them
away from us."

Wango was very fond of candy, and if the children stood in front of
him, eating any, he would beg so hard for some, and hold out his little
paws in such a sad way, that they could not help sharing their treat
with him.

Wango was sometimes kept in a big cage, but he was also often allowed to
be outside, on the porch, with a chain fastened to his collar, and then
snapped to a ring in the porch post.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue bought their lollypops at Mrs. Redden's
store, and then went on to Mr. Winkler's house, to see the monkey. Mr.
Winkler, the old sailor, lived with his sister, Miss Winkler. The sister
did not like her brother's monkey very much.

"Shall we tell Miss Winkler about going to grandpa's farm?" asked Sue,
as she and Bunny walked along the street, hand in hand, eating their
candy.

"Yes, and we'll tell her about the Gypsies taking grandpa's horses.
Maybe she might see them, and tell the bad men to give them back."

"Maybe," agreed Sue. "Is your lollypop good, Bunny?"

"Awful good. Is yours?"

"Yep."

The two children walked on, and soon were within sight of Mrs. Winkler's
house.

"There's Wango, tied on the porch," cried Bunny.

"I see him," answered Sue. "And oh, Bunny! Listen! I hear music!"

"Oh, it's a hand-organ!" Bunny exclaimed.

"Oh, see, he has a monkey!" Sue cried, pointing to a little furry
creature on top of the music box.

Wango saw the strange monkey at the same time. Wango jumped up, and ran
toward the organ grinder as far as the chain would let him. Then Mr.
Winkler's monkey chattered and screamed loudly.

All at once the Italian stopped playing, for his own monkey suddenly
jumped down to the sidewalk, gave a hard pull on the string that was
about his neck, broke loose and ran away, far off down the street, while
Wango chattered loude