"Now," said Elsie, "I should like to see the monkeys."
"Come on, then," cried Tony; "I'll race you." And away they ran.
Just inside the door of the monkey house was a great big monkey sitting all alone in his cage.
"Ugh!" said Elsie; "isn't he ugly?"
And what do you think happened? Up got the monkey, and picking up a handful of gravel, threw it at Elsie.
You see the monkey did not like being called names, and was very much hurt.
Well, there were all kinds of monkeys—big monkeys and little monkeys—running and climbing about their cages. Tony gave them nuts and pieces of carrot, and one sly old monkey took his share and hid it in a corner under the straw.
"I do wish I had a monkey, all for my very own," said Tony, as they went home that day.
"Do you?" asked Elsie. "I do not think I should like one."