That night, when he and Sue went to bed, Bunny put the lobster claw away.

“We’ll play with it some other time,” he said to his sister.

“Yes,” she agreed.  “Some day when Aunt Lu finds her ring, and then she’ll play with us, and be the audience.  You will be Mr. Punch, and I’ll be Mrs. Judy.  Only I don’t want to wear a lobster claw on my nose.”

“No, I’ll be the only one to wear a claw,” said Bunny in a sleepy voice, and then he dreamed of sailing off to “by-low land.”

Aunt Lu was up early the next morning, down in the kitchen, and out in the yard, looking for her lost ring.  But it was not found, and Aunt Lu’s face seemed to grow more sad.  But she smiled at Bunny and Sue, and said: 

“Oh, well, perhaps some day I shall find it.”

“We’ll look all over for it,” said Bunny.

“Indeed we will,” added Sue.  “Let’s look out in the yard now, Bunny.”

The children looked, but had no luck Then, as it was not time for dinner, they wandered down the street.

“Don’t go too far away,” their mother called after them.  “Don’t go down to the fish dock unless some one is with you.”

“No, Mother, we won’t!” Bunny promised.

They had each a penny that Aunt Lu had given them the day before, and now they wandered toward the little candy store kept by Mrs. Redden.  She smiled at Bunny and Sue as they entered.  Nearly every one did smile at the two children, who wandered about, hand in hand.

“Well, what is it to-day?” asked the store-lady.  “Lollypops or caramels?”

“I want a penny’s worth of peanuts,” said Bunny.

“And I’ll take some little chocolate drops,” said Sue.

Soon, with their little treat, the brother and sister walked on toward the corner, the candy store being half way between that and their house.

As they passed a little dark red cottage, in front of which was an old boat, filled with flowers and vines, Bunny and Sue heard some one inside screaming and crying: 

“Oh dear!  Stop it I tell you!  Let go my hair!  Oh, if I get hold of you I’ll make you stop!  Oh dear!  Jed!  Jed!  Where are you?”

Bunny and Sue looked at one another.

“That’s Miss Winkler yelling!” said Bunny.

“But what makes her?” asked Sue.

“I don’t know.  We’ll go and see,” suggested Bunny.

Into the yard of the little red house ran the two children.  Around to the kitchen they went, and, looking in through the open door they saw a strange sight.

Standing in front of a window was an elderly woman, wearing glasses which, just now, hung down over one ear.  But, stranger still, there was a monkey, perched up on the pole over the window.  One of the monkey’s brown, hairy paws was entangled in the lady’s hair, and the monkey seemed to be pulling hard, while the lady was screaming and trying to reach the fuzzy creature.

“Oh, it’s Wango, the monkey, and he’s up to some of his tricks!” cried Bunny.