“Does your monkey act in moving pictures?” asked Ted, as the traveler got ready to move along.
“Da movie pitcher—no—no!” cried the Italian. “Mickey he only hand-organ monk—no movie da pitcher monk! Goo’-by! T’ank you!”
“Good-by!” echoed the Curlytops and the others.
Then Mr. Martin started his car along the road while the Italian, glad that he had recovered his pet which had run away from him, went in the other direction.
“Well, another adventure on our tour,” laughed Mrs. Martin. “I couldn’t imagine what Trouble meant when he called out about a monkey in the tree.”
“Neither could I,” said the little fellow’s father. “I thought he was fooling.”
“We’ll have to pay more attention to Trouble after this,” said Ted.
“Next time he may see a bear!” laughed Jan.
“Don’t like bears!” murmured the little fellow, who was getting sleepy. “Like nellifunts an’ monkeys, but not bears.”
“Well, I don’t believe we are likely to meet any bears,” said Mr. Martin. “What I would like to meet, though, is that moving picture actor with the Cardwell albums.”