“He’ll pull out all her hair!” Sue exclaimed.

“Oh, Bunny—­Sue—­run for my brother!  Go get Jed!” begged Miss Winkler.  “Tell him Wango is terrible!  He must come at once.  Wango is such a bad monkey he won’t mind me!”

And Wango kept on pulling her hair!

CHAPTER IV

THE EMPTY HOUSE

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue hardly knew what to do.  They just stood there, looking at the monkey pulling and tugging on the rather thin hair of Miss Winkler, and she, poor lady, could not reach up high enough to get hold of Wango, who was perched quite high up, on the window pole.

“Oh, Bunny!” cried Sue.  “We must do something—­but what?”

Sue felt that her brother, as he was a whole year older than she, ought to know what to do.

“I—­I’ll get him down!” cried Bunny, who, as had Sue, had, some time before, made friends with the old sailor’s queer pet.

“How can you get him down?” Sue wanted to know.

“I—­I can stand on a chair and reach up to him,” went on the small, blue-eyed boy, looking around for one to step on.

“No, no!” exclaimed Miss Winkler, as she heard what Bunny said.  “You musn’t go near him, Bunny.  He might bite or scratch you.  He is very bad and ugly to-day.  I don’t know what ails him.  Stop it, Wango!” she ordered.  “Stop it at once!  Come down from there, and stop pulling my hair!”

But the monkey did nothing of the sort.  He neither came down, nor did he stop pulling the lady’s hair, as Sue and Bunny could easily tell.  For they could see Wango give it a yank now and then, and, when he did, poor Miss Winkler would cry out in pain.

“Oh, go for my brother!  He’s down on the fish dock I think,” Miss Winkler begged.

“No, we can’t go there,” replied Bunny slowly.  “Our mother told us not to go there unless Bunker Blue or Aunt Lu was with us.”

“Then the monkey will never let go of my hair,” sighed Miss Winkler.

“Yes, he will,” Bunny said.  “I’ll make him.”

“How?” Sue wanted to know.

“This way!” exclaimed her brother, as he held out some of the peanuts he had bought at Miss Redden’s store.  “Here, Wango!” he called.  “Come and get some peanuts!”

“And I’ll give him some caramels,” cried Sue, as she held out some of her candy.

I do not know whether or not Wango understood what Bunny and Sue said, but I am sure he knew that the candy and peanuts were good to eat.  For, with a chatter of delight, he suddenly let go of Miss Winkler’s hair and scrambled down to the floor near Bunny.

“Look out that he doesn’t bite you,” Miss Winkler said.  “Be careful, Sue!”

“I’m not afraid,” said Bunny Brown.

“Nor I,” added Sue.

Wango was very tame, however.  The way he acted, after he saw the good things to eat, would have made anyone think he was always kind and gentle.  For he carefully took the peanuts from Bunny in one paw, and a caramel from Sue in another, and then, making a bow, as the old sailor had taught him, the mischievous monkey scrambled into his cage in one corner of the room.