"I could get him down if I had something to coax him with," returned the
old sailor.

"I promised him a cookie," said Mr. Raymond.

"He'd rather have a piece of cake--cocoanut cake would be best," went on
Mr. Winkler.

"I'll go home and get some," offered Bunny Brown. "My mother baked a
cocoanut cake yesterday, and I guess there's some left."

"You don't need to go all the way back to your house after the cake,"
said Mrs. Nesham, who kept a bakery across the street from the hardware
store. "I'll get one from my shelves."

She hurried across the way, and soon came back with a large piece of
cocoanut cake.

"If the monkey doesn't take it I wish she'd give it to me," said Tom
Milton.

"Oh, Wango will take this all right," said Jed Winkler. "Here you are,
you little rascal!" he called to his pet. "Come down and see what I have
for you." He held up the piece of cake. Wango saw it and this seemed to
be just what he wanted. He dropped the egg beater, which fell to the
floor with another clatter and clang, and then the monkey began climbing
down the shelves.

He had almost reached the old sailor, his master, when the front door of
the hardware store opened to allow a new customer to come in. Whether