He might spoil a lot of candy.
And now, instead of making faces Wango chattered at the candy-shop lady.
Oh! what a queer noise he made, showing his white teeth.
"Oh dear! oh dear!" Mrs. Redden cried. "Isn't this terrible? I never had
a monkey in my candy shop before. At least not one that was loose,
though an Italian organ grinder did come in with one once, on a string.
But he was a good monkey."
"Wango is good, too," said Bunny. "Only I guess he is scared, now. Come
on down, Wango!" called Bunny, "and I'll give you a peanut."
"Oh, yes, he'll come down for a peanut, or maybe two peanuts!" exclaimed
Sue. "Wango loves peanuts. Have you any, Mrs. Redden?"
"Yes," answered the store-lady. "But I'm not going to give him peanuts,
after all the candy he has taken and spoiled. Nearly half the jelly
beans will be wasted, and the glass jar is broken, and he will spoil all
those lollypops, too. Oh dear!"
"Just give him two peanuts," said Bunny, "and that will make him come
down. Then maybe he'll give back the lollypops.
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