CHAPTER IV

A QUEER RIDE


"Look out for the ink on the Doll's face," said the janitor to his
little girl, as he handed her the toy. "And see, the Monkey also has ink
on the end of his tail. I brought them home to you, to see if you could
clean them."

"Oh, then I can't keep them!" exclaimed the little girl in a sad voice.
"And they are so cute, too, even if they are covered with ink! How did
it happen?"

"A water pipe burst in the school, and there was so much running around
that an ink bottle in the teacher's desk got upset, I suppose, and then
the ink splashed on the Monkey and the Doll," said the janitor.

"But how did they get in the teacher's desk?" the little girl wanted to
know.

"I guess she must have taken them away from the children who had them
out, playing with them during lesson time," answered the janitor. And he
was right about that, as we know, but he was wrong about the bottle of
ink.

"But perhaps you can clean them," said the janitor to his little girl.
"That's why I brought the toys home to you."