There was no answer.
"Maybe it's Ben Hall, the circus boy," said Sue, as she thought of the strange boy who had come to grandpa's farm.
"No, it couldn't be!" said Bunny.
"It might," Sue went on. "Ben was a good climber, you know. He climbed up high in the barn, and jumped down in the hay, and he turned a somersault."
"Yes, but the church steeple is higher than the barn," said Bunny. "That isn't Ben Hall. It's a little boy—not much bigger than I am."
Just then the moon, which had been behind a cloud, came out. The church steeple was well lighted up, and then everyone cried:
"Why, it isn't a boy at all! It's a monkey!"
"A monkey has been ringing the bell!"
"Whose monkey is it?" someone asked.
"Why it's Wango!" exclaimed Bunny Brown, out loud, before he thought. "It's Mr. Winkler's monkey, Wango!"