"How often have you done this?"
"Only twice. I thought the monkey might have built a nest."
I dared not tell her of its present abode in case she began clamoring for its return. So I asked, innocently:
"And had he?"
"I don't think so. But it was fun up there! I wish you'd come, Daddy. Gran'pa says he will when he's got those new glands."
"That reminds me," I said. "Has he told you anything about what he intends doing when he has the glands? I mean anything more important than just climbing trees."
Molly looked down in pensive consideration. She had evidently been caught unawares.
"Out with it, my child!"
"Daddy—I can't!"
"Why not?"