Really the parrot made more noise than Wango, but Miss Winkler did not seem to think so.
"Well, I'm glad to get back my wig, anyhow," said Mr. Treadwell, as he took that and the jacket from Wango. "This little monkey must have gone in my room, found that I left my trunk open, and then he took out what he wanted."
"Do you really think he knew he was dressing up like a tramp?" asked Lucile.
"You never know what Wango thinks he's doing," said Miss Winkler. "But I'm glad I caught him in time. There wouldn't have been a cookie left if he had got his paws in the jar."
"Are there any cookies left now, Miss Winkler?" asked Bunny, with a funny little side look at his sister.
"Oh, yes, there's a whole jar full," answered the sailor's sister.
"Are you—aren't you going to give Wango any?" asked Bunny.
"Give Wango any? Give my good sugar cookies to that monkey? Well, I guess not!" cried Miss Winkler. Then, as she looked at Bunny and Sue, a more gentle look came over her face.
"But I guess I'll give you children some," she said. "If it hadn't been that you saw Wango he might have cleaned out my cupboard. Yes, I'll give you children some cookies."
So she brought the jar from the cupboard, and not only gave some of her cookies—which were really very good—to Bunny and Sue, but also to Mart and Lucile. And even Mr. Treadwell had some.