"Oh, Sam! have you seen our monkey, Jack?" called Teddy.
"Seen a monkey? No'm, I hasn't," answered the colored man, who had been wheeling a lawn-mower.
"Did you see a hand-organ man?" asked Janet.
"Yes'm, I done seen a hand-organ man," was the answer. "He's jest 'round de corner ob de next street. But I didn't see him hab no monkey."
"Maybe he has our monkey hidden inside the hand-organ so no one will see Jack!" cried Teddy. "Please hurry, Mr. Anderson!"
"I will," promised the grocery man. "Giddap there, Molasses!" he called to his horse. "We're in a hurry!"
And as they turned the corner of the street, toward which Sam White had pointed, there came to the ears of the Curlytops the strains of hand-organ music.
"There he is! I see him!" cried Janet, pointing. "He's stopped, and he's playing!"
"Yes, and I see our monkey, too!" added Teddy. "Please hurry down there, Mr. Anderson, and we'll take Jack away from that bad hand-organ man."
"Maybe it isn't your monkey," said the grocer. "All monkeys look alike to me. I couldn't tell one from the other, but maybe you can. Giddap, Molasses!" he called again to his horse, and down the street clattered the Curlytops.