So the Monkey told all about himself, even down to the time when he fell off Carlo's back and visited the cave of Jack Hare.
"And I suppose Herbert is looking for me now," said the Monkey.
"Oh, I hardly think he would be looking for you in all this rain," said Jack in the Pulpit. "Besides it will soon be night. You had better make up your mind to stay here until morning. Then the sun will be shining and you can hop back to the place where you fell off the dog's back. Then Herbert and Dick may come along and find you."
"That's what I'll do," said the Monkey.
Just as the Jack had said it would, it soon became dark, and it kept on raining. But the Monkey curled up under the big fern leaf, where it was nice and dry. Soon the Monkey began to feel warm and sleepy, and, before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
In the morning the rain had stopped. The sun came out bright and warm and dried up the damp grass. Jack in the Pulpit awoke, and, looking over toward the Monkey, fast asleep under the broad leaf, called:
"Hi, there, Mr. Monkey! It's morning! Now maybe you can find Herbert, or he can find you!"
"Dear me! Morning so soon?" exclaimed the Monkey, stretching out his legs. "I must have slept very soundly."
"Did you dream any?" asked the Jack.
"Not that I remember," was the answer. "But I am glad the rain has stopped. Now I'll hop over the meadow, back to the place where I fell off Carlo's back, and I'll wait there until Herbert comes for me, as I am sure he will."