But Carlo had no idea of going too deep into the brook. He just wanted
to get a drink. So he waded in only a little way, stopping just before
the dangling feet of the Monkey would have got wet.

"Oh, I guess he isn't going to roll in the water," said Dick. "Sometimes
he does that--just rolls right over in it like a fish."

"If he did that now, with my Monkey on his back, he'd spoil him," said
Herbert. "I'm glad he didn't."

Carlo lapped the cool water up with his red tongue, and then he waded
out of the brook and toward the boys. He seemed to be asking them:

"What shall we do next? That was fun--giving the Monkey a ride. But what
shall we do next?"

"I know what we can do," said Dick to Herbert, after they had sailed
some little make-believe ships in the brook, while Carlo lay in the
grass on the bank. "We can take your Monkey and my dog down the street.
People will see him and laugh. Shall we do that?"

"Oh, yes. Let's do it!" exclaimed Herbert.

Once more the boys started to run across the meadow, and Carlo, seeing
them go, and not wanting to be left behind, started after them with a
"bow-wow." The Monkey was still on his back.

The two boys were almost across the meadow, and were thinking what fun
it would be to see the dog going down the street, giving the Monkey a
ride, when, all of a sudden, Carlo saw a cat.