"
Wango seemed to want a cookie also, for he chattered and made queer
faces as he shook the door of his cage.
"No, indeed! You sha'n't have a bit!" scolded Miss Winkler. "You were
very bad."
Wango chattered louder than ever. Perhaps he was saying he was sorry for
what he had done, but he got no cookie.
Bunny and Sue each had a nice brown one, though, with a raisin in the
centre, and, after Miss Winkler had thanked them again, they kept on
with their walk down the street.
"Wasn't Wango funny?" asked Sue, as she nibbled her cookie.
"That's what he was," Bunny said. "'Member the time when he pulled the
cat's tail?"
"Yes," agreed Sue. "And when he sat down in the fly paper! That was
funnier than this time."
"I guess Miss Winkler didn't think this was funny," commented Bunny. "I
guess the monkey doesn't like her."
"But he minds Mr. Winkler," Sue said. "I've seen him make the monkey
stand on his head."
The old sailor, who had brought Wango home, after one of his many ocean
voyages, had taught the furry little creature many tricks.
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