it! This is no fun for me! Ouch! Look out for my leg!" the Clown
suddenly cried, as the monkey banged him against a branch of the tree.

"What about your leg?" asked the monkey, sitting down on a branch and
winding his tail around it so he wouldn't fall off. "I don't see
anything the matter."

"I mean look out and don't hurt my broken leg," went on the Clown.
"Sidney, the little boy who owns me, glued it, but if you bang it too
hard it may break all over again and then I'll be in a mighty bad
fix."

"Oh, excuse me. I'll be careful," said the monkey.

"Well, I wish you'd take me down out of this tree," begged the Calico
Clown. "I don't see why you brought me up here, anyhow."

"Oh, I just grabbed hold of you and brought you up here for fun," said
the monkey. "I felt like playing. And I had to do it quickly, or my
master would have stopped me. Every time I grab up anything he doesn't
want me to take, I have to climb a tree. He can't chase me up there,
though he'd like to lots of times, I guess."

"I thought hand-organ monkeys had collars around their necks, and a
long rope fast to that which their masters held," said the Clown.

"Well, I had that, too, but I took the rope off a little while ago, so
I could run loose," explained the live monkey. "I want to have some
fun. Can you do anything to amuse me?" and he looked at the cymbals on
the Calico Clown's hands and at the strings which were fast to his