Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue Giving a Show | Page 9

Then I ran on
here to tell you about it."
"I'm glad you did," said Bunny Brown.
"We'll have this meeting again after we see the monkey," he said. "The
meeting is--it's--er--well, I don't know what it is my mother says when
her meetings are stopped, but this meeting about the show we're going
to give, is stopped while we go to see Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey."

"Oh, won't it be fun to see him drum with a frying pan!" exclaimed
Sue.
"Maybe he won't be doing that when we get there," said Tom Milton.
"But I guess he'll be doing something just as good."
"That monkey is always doing something," declared Charlie Star.
"How'd he get loose, Tom?"
"Don't know!"
"Maybe Miss Winkler let him loose," suggested Sadie West. "She
doesn't like Jed's monkey."
"And I guess she doesn't like his parrot very much, either. It makes a
lot more noise than her canary bird," said Mary Watson. "I was in there
the other day, and the parrot screeched like anything!"
"Well, come on, we'll go see the monkey!" called Sue.
There was a scramble among the children for hats and coats, for the
weather was cold, though there had been no more snow storms since
the first one. As Bunny, Sue, and the others passed along the side of the
house on their way out of the yard, Mrs. Brown called to them.
"Where are you going, children?" she asked.
"To see Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey," answered Bunny.
"Are you going to have him in your show?" Mrs. Brown wanted to
know, for she had not forgotten the circus the children once gave.
"We were talking about it," explained Sue, "when Tom Milton come
and told us the monkey was loose."
"And he is in the hardware store," added Bunny. "We're going to see
him!" he cried, his eyes shining.
"Well, button up your coats, for it's cold," warned Mrs. Brown. "I guess

this will be the end of the show business," she added to Mrs. Watson
who had stopped in for a few minutes' talk. "The children will forget all
about their play after they see the monkey. And I shall be just as well
pleased. Their circus was fun, but it meant a lot of work, and if they
give a show, as Bunny and Sue talk of doing, it will mean more work."
"I don't believe they'll do it," answered Mrs. Watson.
But she hardly knew Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.
On to the hardware store hurried the group of children. As soon as they
turned the corner of the street leading to Mr. Raymond's place they saw
a crowd in front of the store.
"Oh, come on! Hurry!" cried Bunny. "Maybe he'll be all through doing
things when we get there! Hurry!"
The boys and girls began to run, and when they reached the store they
heard, from inside, a clanging and crashing sound.
"I guess Wango is doing things yet!" cried Sue.
"I guess so," agreed Tom Milton. "Come on, let's go in the side door
and we can see better," he proposed.
Tom seemed to know the best way to this "free show," and he led the
others. Bunny, his sister, and their boy and girl friends went down a
little alley, and thus into the store by a side entrance.
As they stepped into the hardware place there was another crash of pots
and pans, and Sue cried:
"Oh, I see him! He's got an egg beater now in one paw!"
"And some pie pans in the other!" exclaimed Bunny.
"Where is he? I don't see him!" said Mary Watson.
"Right up on the shelf by the cans of paint," replied Bunny, pointing.

"Say, if he opens any cans of paint and splashes that around won't it be
fun!" he laughed.
"Hi there, Bunny Brown!" called Mr. Raymond, the hardware man,
when he heard the little boy say this. "Don't be suggesting such things!
That monkey might hear you and try it. I don't want my store all
splashed up with red and green paint. Come on down now, Wango!" he
called, snapping his fingers at the old sailor's queer pet. "Come on
down, and I'll give you a cookie."
"I guess he'd rather have a cocoanut," suggested Sue. "My mother has
some cocoanut for a cake, and there's a picture of a monkey on the
paper, and he's eating cocoanuts."
"But I haven't any cocoanut to offer him," said Mr. Raymond. "I wish
Jed Winkler would come and get his old monkey down! Wango would
come to him."
"How'd the monkey get in here?" asked Bunny.
"I don't know," confessed Mr. Raymond. "First I knew, I heard the lady
I was selling a coffee strainer to exclaim, and I looked up and