utter astonishment, wondering where the sweet sounds came from.

"Oh, Phronsie!" screamed Polly, from the back door, "where
are--oh, here, come quick! it's the beau-ti-fullest!"

"What is it?" eagerly asked the little one, hopping over the stubby
grass, leaving poor, discarded "Baby" on its snubby nose where it
dropped in her hurry.

"Oh, a monkey!" cried Polly; "do hurry! the sweetest little monkey
you ever saw!"

"What is a monkey?" asked Phronsie, skurrying after Polly to the
gate where her mother was waiting for them.

"Why, a monkey's--a--monkey," explained Polly, "I don't know any
better'n that. Here he is! Isn't he splendid!" and she lifted Phronsie
up to the big post where she could see finely.

"O-oh! ow!" screamed little Phronsie, "see him, Polly! just see
him!"

A man with an organ was standing in the middle of the road
playing away with all his might, and at the end of a long rope was
a lively little monkey in a bright red coat and a smart cocked hat.
The little creature pulled off his hat, and with one long jump
coming on the fence, he made Phronsie a most magnificent bow.
Strange to say, the child wasn't in the least frightened, but put out
her little fat hand, speaking in gentle tones, "Poor little monkey!
come here, poor little monkey!"