the Clown to do some more jiggling when, all at once, the music of the
hand organ stopped, and the Italian man cried:

"Ah, Jacko! I see you! Up-a in de tree. Bad monk! Come down right away
to your Tony! Come, Jacko!"

"Oh, goodness me! I've got to go. My fun is over! Now I've got to go
to work gathering pennies in my cap!" said the monkey. "Good-bye!" he
called to the Calico Clown, and down out of the tree the monkey began
to climb, swinging from limb to limb by his tail, as he used to do in
the cocoanut groves of the forest where he had once lived.

"Here! Come back and get me! Don't leave me up in a tree like this!"
begged the Calico Clown, who had sat down astride the limb after he
had done his last funny trick. "Come and get me!"

"Sorry, but I haven't time! My master is calling me! I must go!"
answered the monkey, hurrying more than ever. Down the tree he swung.

"Oh take me down! Don't leave me like this!" begged the Clown. But it
was of no use. There he was, left all alone, high up in a tree,
sitting on a branch.

Of course neither Tony, the music man, nor Sidney nor Herbert had
heard this talk between the toy and the animal, for they spoke in a
language that only a few can understand. The organ grinder was anxious
for his monkey to come back, and he watched him scrambling down the
tree. The two boys, who had gone to get bread and jam, came back to
the front yard. They saw the organ grinder and his monkey, and, for
the moment, they forgot all about their Clown and the Monkey on a