"He looked like an organ grinder only he was—was—sort of nicer," observed a little boy.
"And he had gold rings in his ears," added another.
"Maybe he was an organ grinder," suggested Miss Mason, who was the superintendent in charge of the infant class of the Sunday school.
"But he didn't have an organ or a monkey," objected a little girl.
"Maybe the monkey was up in a tree," said Bunny Brown. "That's where monkeys like to go. Mr. Winkler's monkey, named Wango, goes up in trees. Let's look and see if this monkey is climbing around while the man's asleep."
"Oh, yes, let's!" exclaimed Sue, always ready to do what her brother suggested.
"Oh, let's!" cried all the other boys and girls, who thought it a fine idea.
Miss Mason smiled at the other teachers, but, as Bunny, Sue and some of the boys and girls started toward the spring, they were called back by the superintendent.
"Better not go unless some of us are with you," she said. "You can't tell what sort of man that might be. Wait a minute, children."
The children turned back, and Bunny said: