"Oh, I should say we did!" cried Herbert.

"We're coming," answered Sidney, for it was the jolly, good-natured
cook who had called to them from her kitchen where she had just made
some fresh raspberry jam.

Leaving the Monkey and the Clown on the porch, the boys ran around to
the side door for their jam and bread.

"Now we have a chance to talk," said the Monkey to the Clown.

"Yes, but it will not be for very long," was the answer. "Those boys
will soon be back here. They'll not eat forever. I was just wondering-
-"

"What?" asked the Monkey, for the Calico Clown suddenly stopped
speaking and looked down the street. "What were you wondering?"

"Well, just NOW I am wondering if that is your brother," went on the
Clown, pointing toward the gate with one hand on which was fastened a
clanging cymbal. "Look, here comes a chap who looks just like you,
except that he has no stick, and his cap is blue, while yours is red.
And hark! I hear music!"

"Oh, it's a hand organ, and that's a real, live monkey you see!"
exclaimed the Monkey on a Stick. "It is true he looks like me, but we
are no relation. He is a live monkey and I am a toy."

"Here he comes now!" cried the Calico Clown, and, as he spoke, the