“Oh, dear! I’m afraid something has really happened!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown. “Sue, where are you?” She called this last out loudly.
Then a voice outside the low, swinging door of the barn answered and said:
“Here I am! Is Wango there? Were you looking for me?”
“Were we looking for you, child? Well, I should say we were!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown. “Where in the world have you been?”
“I went over to get Wango,” answered Sue. “But he ran away from me,” and then, in through the low door came Sue herself, her dress torn and dirty and with streaks of mud on her face. But she was safe and sound, and when she saw Wango, who was sitting on the pile of hay looking at the boys, Sue exclaimed:
“Oh, there you are, you bad monkey! You ran away from me, didn’t you? And you tore my dress and made me all muddy!”
“Yip! Yip! Yip!” chatted Wango, which seemed to be his way of saying:
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“Sue, why did you run away?” asked her mother. “We have been looking everywhere for you!”
“Well, I came out here to play with the boys, and they were making a trapeze for Patter to do tricks on,” said Sue, and she looked at her dog and the monkey, who had quickly made friends. “Then I thought maybe it would be nice if we could have Wango and Patter on the same trapeze, so I went over to get the monkey.”