But the monkey did not have time to continue his resemblance to the fair owner any longer, for the shadow of a broom fell over him, and if he had not made a very nimble spring for the spout, something besides a shadow would have fallen upon him, even the broom itself. This was now seen at the window, and Aunt Stanshy behind it. It was Tony who gallantly ran forward and rescued Aunt Stanshy’s spectacles as their wearer was about quitting the spout for the ground.
“We think that monkey is very smart, Aunt Stanshy,” said Sid.
“I expect you will make him an honorary member the next thing.”
“He’s bright enough,” said Sid.
“I wonder how bright one must be to be an honorary member if—if—a monkey is the standard?” thought Aunt Stanshy.
This visit from the monkey was not the only unusual thing happening that day. The club heard with sorrow of the unexpected and total loss of their money! Charlie, as “treasury,” had gone up the ladder, but returning, he reported that the dipper, the safe of the club, was missing.
“How much money was in it?” inquired Aunt Stanshy.
“Ten cents.”
“I said you might lose your money.”
This was entirely true, but it was poor consolation. Indeed, it was quite aggravating.