“Come on down, Wango!  Come on down!” invited Bunny.

“Yes, please do,” added Sue.  “We won’t let Splash hurt you.  Don’t you bark any more, Splash!” she cried, shaking her finger at the dog.

Splash whined.  He really only meant to have a little fun with Wango.  But the monkey did not come down.  He clung to the tree branch with his hands and tail and looked at the children, whom he well knew, for they were kind to him.

“I know how to get him down,” said Bunny.  “You go into the house and get a piece of cake for him, Sue.  Take Splash with you.  Then Wango won’t be afraid.”

“All right,” agreed the little girl.  She was always ready to run errands like this when she and Bunny could have fun.  “Come on, Splash!” she called, and the dog followed her, looking back once at Bunny, as if to ask why the boy, too, was not following.  But Bunny stayed near the tree in which Wango still clung.

“Mother,” cried Sue, tramping into the house in her rubber boots, “please may Bunny and I have some cake for Wango?”

“You can’t go over to Mr. Winkler’s in the rain,” said Mrs. Brown.  “You’d better stay out in the barn and feed your pet alligators.”

“Oh, but the rain is over,” Sue explained.  “The sun is coming out.  And Wango isn’t over at his own home.  He’s up in one of our trees.  Splash chased him up there, I guess, and barked at him.  And he won’t come down—­I mean Wango won’t.  And will you please keep him in here till I take him out some cake.  I mean,” explained Sue, half out of breath, “you please keep Splash here in the house while I take some cake out to Bunny to feed Wango to get him down from the tree.”

“My, what a lot of talk for a little girl!” laughed Mrs. Brown.  “Well, I suppose Wango has run away again from Jed.  You and Bunny may take the monkey back.  Ask Mary to give you a bit of cake.  I’ll keep Splash in the house.”

Sue got the cake, but it was rather difficult for Mrs. Brown to keep the dog in.  He was eager to follow Sue back to the tree again.  But it would be hard work to get Wango down, once the monkey was frightened, if Splash kept on barking, which he was pretty sure to do.  He even barked loudly, Splash did, while he was being held in the house by Mrs. Brown.

Sue ran out with the cake to Bunny, who was waiting beneath the tree.

“Is Wango there yet?” the little girl wanted to know.

“Yes,” Bunny answered.  “But he’s coming down a little.”

And the monkey came down still farther when he saw the cake, of which he was very fond.  He was soon perched on Bunny’s shoulder, eating the treat, Sue feeding him little pieces one at a time.

“Let’s take him back to Mr. Winkler’s house,” suggested Bunny, as the sun now came out bright and warm.  “I guess the sailor will be looking for him.”

“Yes, I guess so,” agreed Sue.

Wango had a great habit of running away from his master’s home, and, more than once, Bunny Brown and his sister Sue had taken back the sailor’s pet.  This they now did again, and as they knocked at the side door, Miss Winkler opened it.