“Why,” asked Tiny, who had been very quiet, “what does he mean?”
“He means,” laughed the little lady, “that we take Martin’s pet monkey and Polly for a drive quite often—and they are both very much spoiled.”
“Oh, how lovely!” cried Tiny. “Have you a monkey, too?”
Martin brought the monkey, and his mother took the parrot, and they all got into the automobile.
“Where do we go first, Mother?” asked Martin.
“Will you excuse me, dear,” the little lady asked, “if I whisper? I want to surprise you.”
Tiny nodded and smiled, as his mother leaned over to reach Martin’s ear.
They drove along the park and over into the business part of the village, up to the livery-stables and stopped.
“Good morning, ma’am,” the liveryman said.
“Bring him out,” nodded the little lady, and the man disappeared into the stables.