"What kind of punishment?" asked Herbert.

"The punishment of not having your Monkey," was the answer.

And now we must see what happened to the Monkey on a Stick.

"What do you imagine will happen next?" asked the Doll of the Monkey,
for they had heard what had been said.

"I don't know," was the answer. "But if we are left alone here in the
room we can get out of the desk and have some fun."

"Oh, so we can!" cried the Doll. "I'm tired of being shut up here. Can
you open the desk, Mr. Monkey?"

"I think so," was the reply.

The Monkey was just going to raise the lid, by prying under it with the
long stick up and down which he climbed, when, all of a sudden, there
was a noise in the room.

"Some one is coming!" whispered the Doll.

"I hear them," said the Monkey. He looked out through the keyhole and
saw a man wading through the water toward the desk. "I guess it's the
night watchman," went on the Monkey in a whisper.

"We don't have a night watchman in school," whispered back the Doll.
"But we have a janitor. Maybe it's the janitor coming."