"Yes, right down that street," answered the mother of Baby Ruth. "But you had better not chase after him. He might not give Jack back to you, and he might be cross, and maybe it wasn't your monkey he had at all, Curlytops!"
But Teddy and Janet did not stay to hear all this. They hurried on, Teddy a little ahead of his sister, because, being a boy and a year older, he could go faster. But every now and then he stopped to wait for her. They turned the corner of a street, and Teddy, being in the lead, had the first glimpse down it.
"Do you see him?" gasped Janet, hurrying up to the side of her brother.
"No, he isn't here," was the answer.
Mr. Anderson, who left groceries at the home of the Curlytops, came along just then in the delivery wagon.
"Whoa!" he called to his horse. And then, seeing that Teddy and Janet were worried about something, he asked them: "Have you lost your little brother?" Mr. Anderson knew how often Trouble ran away.
"No, sir," answered Teddy. "We're looking for our monkey."
"And the hand-organ man," added Janet.
"Monkey? Hand-organ man?" exclaimed Mr. Anderson. "Are you going to give a party, and do you want the hand-organ man to play at it, and the monkey to do tricks?"
"Oh, no, this is our own pet monkey," exclaimed Janet.