The next day Tony and Elsie had been playing in the garden, and as they were coming into the house Tony spied a queer-looking bundle in the corner of the door-way.
"What is this?" he said. "Look, Elsie; why, I do declare it is a monkey."
"A monkey!" exclaimed Elsie.
"Yes," said Tony. "Poor little thing, how he does shake!"
"Mother, mother!" they both called out, "come and see this monkey!"
"Why, Tony," said mother, "you have got your wish. Here is a monkey come to you. But let us take him inside."
So Tony picked the monkey up in his arms and took him into the house.
They found the poor little thing was suffering from a wounded foot, and when they had bathed and dressed it they gave it some food.
Just then father came in, and when he saw the monkey he said,—