They turned the corner, and there, half way down the street, they saw the hand-organ man standing under a tree.
"Oh, maybe the monkey is up the tree!" cried Bunny.
"Yes, ma monk—he up-a de tree!" said the Italian, in his funny way. "He no comea down! Jacko! Jacko!" he called. "Comea down—pleasa!"
But, though the hand-organ man held up his arms, and begged his monkey to come down, the little furry creature would not come. He sat perched on a high limb, looking with his bright eyes at Bunny, Sue and the man. Several boys and girls, as well as some men, came over to see what was going on.
"I'll climb the tree and get him," offered George Watson.
"Better not. Monkeys can bite and scratch," said Mr. Gordon, who kept the grocery store. "What happened to him, Bunny?"
Bunny told him how Wango had frightened the organ monkey.
"Maybe if you play, Mr. Italian man, he'll come down!" exclaimed Sue, after a bit
