A bright light shone in on the Monkey and the Doll when the top of the
desk was opened by the janitor. Of course both the toys kept very still
as soon as the janitor looked at them. This was the rule, as I have told
you in the other books.

It did not take the school janitor long to cork the ink bottle and stop
any more of the black fluid running out.

"Well, well!" said the janitor, looking at the ink-splashed Doll and the
ink-tipped Monkey. "I'll take these two toys home and maybe my little
girl can clean them. Then I'll bring them back to school to-morrow, and
the teacher can give them to whoever owns them. Yes, I'll take the
Monkey and Doll home to my house."

And this the janitor did. He stuffed the Monkey on a Stick, and also
the Cotton Doll, into his pocket, taking care, of course, not to break
them, and then, having cleaned from the room as much of the water as he
could, the janitor went home.

"Look what I've brought you," he said to his little girl, as he took the
Monkey and the Doll out of his pocket on reaching home.

"Oh, aren't they funny!" cried the little girl, dancing up and down.
"May I have them to keep?"

"Gracious me! what is going to happen now?" thought the Monkey on a
Stick.