"Shall we jump across the brook and run in the field on the other side?"
asked Dick of Herbert.

"If we do, won't Carlo jump over, too?" asked Herbert. "And if he tries
to jump over, he may fall in and get all wet, and so will my Monkey."

"Carlo won't mind getting wet!" laughed Dick. "But it might not be good
for your Monkey. Perhaps we'd better stay on this side of the brook, and
then everything will be all right."

"I think so, too!" agreed Herbert.

So the two boys did not try to jump over the stream, but waited on the
edge of it for Carlo to catch up to them. Along came the fussy little
dog, barking and yelping, for he did not like to be left very far
behind. And on his back, still bobbing about, was the Monkey on a Stick.
No, I am wrong. The Monkey was not on his Stick just then. Herbert had
taken him off to give him a ride. It was easy to take the Monkey off his
Stick and put him back on.

Up ran Carlo; and as soon as he saw the brook full of water what did
that little dog do but start to run right into it!

"Oh, look out! Stop him!" cried Herbert. "He'll get my Monkey all wet
and spoil him!"

"Come back, Carlo! Come back!" ordered Dick, making a jump toward his
pet.