“And the others!” cried the little boy.
Zerbino and Dulcie followed Capi’s example.
“And the monkey!”
Pretty-Heart could have easily made the jump, but I was never sure of him. Once on board he might do some tricks that certainly would not be to the lady’s taste.
“Is he spiteful?” she asked.
“No, madam, but he is not always obedient, and I am afraid that he will not behave himself.”
“Well, bring him on yourself.”
She signed to a man who stood near the rail. He came forward and threw a plank across to the bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart in my arms I stepped up the plank.
“The monkey! the monkey!” cried the little boy, whom the lady addressed as Arthur.
I went up to him and, while he stroked and petted Pretty-Heart, I watched him. He was strapped to a board.