"Maybe he thinks it's a hand organ," suggested Bunny Brown, and the people in the store laughed.
"Come on, Wango! Come down!" cried Mr. Winkler, but the monkey would not leap down from the high shelf.
"Guess you'll have to climb up and get him yourself, Jed," suggested Mr. Reinberg, who kept the drygoods store next door. He had run in, together with other neighboring shopkeepers, to see what the excitement was about.
"I could get him down if I had something to coax him with," returned the old sailor.
"I promised him a cookie," said Mr. Raymond.
"He'd rather have a piece of cake—cocoanut cake would be best," went on Mr. Winkler.
"I'll go home and get some," offered Bunny Brown. "My mother baked a cocoanut cake yesterday, and I guess there's some left."
"You don't need to go all the way back to your house after the cake," said Mrs. Nesham, who kept a bakery across the street from the hardware store. "I'll get one from my shelves."
She hurried across the way, and soon came back with a large piece of cocoanut cake.
"If the monkey doesn't take it I wish she'd give it to me," said Tom Milton.