musn't go near him, Bunny. He might bite or scratch you. He is very bad
and ugly to-day. I don't know what ails him. Stop it, Wango!" she
ordered. "Stop it at once! Come down from there, and stop pulling my
hair!"

But the monkey did nothing of the sort. He neither came down, nor did he
stop pulling the lady's hair, as Sue and Bunny could easily tell. For
they could see Wango give it a yank now and then, and, when he did, poor
Miss Winkler would cry out in pain.

"Oh, go for my brother! He's down on the fish dock I think," Miss
Winkler begged.

"No, we can't go there," replied Bunny slowly. "Our mother told us not
to go there unless Bunker Blue or Aunt Lu was with us."

"Then the monkey will never let go of my hair," sighed Miss Winkler.

"Yes, he will," Bunny said. "I'll make him."

"How?" Sue wanted to know.

"This way!" exclaimed her brother, as he held out some of the peanuts he
had bought at Miss Redden's store. "Here, Wango!" he called. "Come and
get some peanuts!"

"And I'll give him some caramels," cried Sue, as she held out some of
her candy.

I do not know whether or not Wango understood what Bunny and Sue said,