“Go on out of here!” Sue ordered this dog.  The animal stood looking from her to Wango on the high shelf, barking loudly now and then.  “Go on out and let Wango alone!” Sue ordered.

The dog did not seem to want to go, however, and Mrs. Golden was getting a bit worried.  She feared the monkey would leap about and knock down many things from her shelves.

“Wait a minute,” called Bunny Brown.  “I’ve got the pepper.  I’ll come down there and make the dog sneeze with it if he doesn’t go out.”

Bunny started to climb down, but there was no need for him to sprinkle pepper on the dog’s nose to make him sneeze.  For just as Bunny reached the floor in came Jed Winkler himself, looking for his pet monkey.  Mr. Winkler drove out the strange dog, closed the door, and then coaxed Wango down from the high shelf.

“Did he do any damage, Mrs. Golden?” asked the old sailor.  “If my monkey did any damage I’ll pay for it.”

“No, he didn’t do any harm,” she answered.  “He just startled us all a little.”

“Wango’s a good monkey, but he will run away,” said Mr. Winkler, petting his furry companion.  “I’m glad he didn’t do any damage.  My sister said he’d be sure to this time, but I’m glad he didn’t.”

“He’s a good climber,” said Sue.  “If you had a monkey, Mrs. Golden, he could reach things down from the high shelves for you, when your son goes off after leg-legacies.”

“I’m afraid, dearie, that a monkey would be more bother than he was worth to me, just to lift things down off high shelves,” laughed the old lady.  “Wango is a lively chap, though.”

“What’s this about a legacy?” asked Mr. Winkler, for he was an old friend of Mrs. Golden.

“I don’t count much on it,” she answered.  “Philip has gone to see about it.  I got word that an uncle of mine had died and left some money and property.  We may get a share of it and we may not.”

“I hope you do!” exclaimed Mr. Winkler.  “I most certainly hope you do!”

So did Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, for they were getting quite fond of Mrs. Golden, and liked to buy things at her store.

When the children were on their way home with the pepper, Mr. Winkler walking with them part of the way carrying Wango on his shoulder, Bunny said: 

“When I keep a store like that I’m going to have a monkey to reach things down off the high shelves for me.”

“He might get the wrong things,” Sue objected.

“Maybe he would first,” said Bunny.  “But I’d train him.  It would be fun to have a monkey in a store, wouldn’t it, Sue?”

“Lots of fun!” agreed Sue.

“My goodness, children!” laughed Mary, as they entered the kitchen with the pepper, “it took you quite a while, and I was in a hurry.  Didn’t Mrs. Golden have any pepper?”

“Yes, but Wango got in the store,” explained Bunny.  “When I keep a store I’m going to keep a monkey, too!”