Turning up his little wrinkled face, and glancing fearfully at his
master, Jocko began to grimace and beg for something to eat. The
man pulled the string and struck up a merry tune, and in a minute
the monkey spun around and around at such a lively pace, and put
in so many queer antics that the little audience were fairly
convulsed with laughter.

"I can't pay you," said Mrs. Pepper, wiping her eyes, when at last
the man pulled up the strap whistling to Jocko to jump up, "but I'll
give you something to eat; and the monkey, too, he shall have
something for his pains in amusing my children."

The man looked very cross when she brought him out only brown
bread and two cold potatoes.

"Haven't you got nothin' better'n that?"

"It's as good as we have," answered Mrs. Pepper.

The man threw down the bread in the road. But Jocko thankfully
ate his share, Polly and Phronsie busily feeding him; and then he
turned and snapped up the portion his master had left in the dusty
road.

Then they moved on, Mrs. Pepper and Polly going back to their
work in the kitchen. A little down the road the man struck up
another tune. Phronsie who had started merrily to tell "Baby" all
about it, stopped a minute to hear, and--she didn't go back to the
orchard!