"Anyhow, when I was making some cookies awhile ago I suddenly felt
something behind me, and, as I tumid around, I saw the monkey. He made a
grab for a cookie, and I had to slap his paws for I won't have him doing
tricks like that.

"Then he got mad, snatched my comb out of my hair, and, when I ran after
him, he got up on the window pole, grabbed my hair and stayed up there
where I couldn't reach him. Oh, what a time I've had!"

"It's too bad," said Sue kindly.

"I don't know what I would have done if you children hadn't come along,"
went on Miss Winkler, "for I had called and called, and no one heard me.
I'll make Jed put a good lock on the monkey-cage after this. Now come
out to the kitchen and I'll give you each a cookie."

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.