“Oh, yes, that’s where I came from,” answered the Doll.

“And was there a Calico Clown in your store, who was always asking what it was that made more noise than a pig under a gate?” asked the Monkey.

“No.  But there was a Jumping Jack who was always trying to see how high he could kick, and one day he nearly kicked my hat off,” said the Cotton Doll.  “But tell me, please, some of your adventures.”

The Monkey was just starting to tell how the Calico Clown’s red and yellow trousers were burned in the gas jet one day, when, all of a sudden, there was a great noise and commotion in the schoolroom.  The Monkey and the Doll could not tell what had caused it, though the Monkey did try to look out through the keyhole.

“Can you see anything?” asked the Doll.

“I can see some water dripping down,” answered the long-tailed chap, “and the teacher and the children are running around as fast as anything.”

“Oh, I wonder what has happened!” exclaimed the Doll.  And just then she and the Monkey on a Stick heard the teacher say: 

“Run out quickly, children!  Run out, all of you.  A water pipe has burst and there’s a regular rain storm inside our nice schoolroom.”

“Please can’t I have my Monkey on a Stick before I go out?” asked Herbert.  “You put him in your desk, Teacher!”

“And I want my knife you took away, please!” called another boy.

“We have no time for those things, now,” the teacher said.  “The water is coming down fast, and we’ll all be wet through if we stay.  The Monkey, knife and other things will be all right in my desk.  Get your hats, and pass out quickly.  More pipes may burst and flood the school.

“Go home, children, all of you,” said the teacher.  “To-morrow the pipes will be mended, and, if the school is dry enough, we will go on with our lessons.  But run home now.”

You may well imagine that most of the boys and girls were glad of the holiday that had come to them so unexpectedly.  But Herbert felt sorry; that he had to leave his Monkey on a Stick in school.  When he reached home he acted so strangely that his mother wanted to know what the matter was.

Of course Herbert had to tell that he had taken his Monkey to school, and he also had to tell what had happened afterward.

“Of course you did wrong,” said Herbert’s mother, “and you must suffer a little punishment.”

“What kind of punishment?” asked Herbert.

“The punishment of not having your Monkey,” was the answer.

And now we must see what happened to the Monkey on a Stick.

“What do you imagine will happen next?” asked the Doll of the Monkey, for they had heard what had been said.

“I don’t know,” was the answer.  “But if we are left alone here in the room we can get out of the desk and have some fun.”

“Oh, so we can!” cried the Doll.  “I’m tired of being shut up here.  Can you open the desk, Mr. Monkey?”