“He mustn’t whip him,” cried Davie, gasping from his fright, and darting after.
“You come back,” commanded the little shoemaker. “See!” and David having nothing to do but to obey, he was led over to look out of the window. There was the monkey perched on the organ slung on the back of the man, who was getting over the cobble-stones at a lively rate. “Now you can help me to pick up these,” added old Mr. Beebe, pointing to the havoc made in his merchandise sprawled over the floor.
Old Mrs. Beebe had sunk down in a chair, and clasped her hands.
“I’ll help you,” cried Davie, springing to the work, yet with a heavy heart as he thought of the monkey.
Mrs. Goodsell stood quite still on the bench, her surprise not allowing her to take her eyes off from Davie. Now she peered down at him, gathering up the shoes, rubbers, and slippers. “I thought you was scared of monkeys,” she said slowly. Then she put one large foot down and began to descend to the floor.
“Did you go home, Davie?” asked the little shoemaker quickly.
“Yes,” said Davie, handing him two or three rubbers; “I did, and Mamsie sent me back to ask you to please finish mending my shoe.”
“So I will,” said old Mr. Beebe, “as soon as we get these things gathered up. Your Ma will look after Phronsie, I s’pose she told you.”
“Yes,” said Davie, “she did.”
“Well now, I’m glad you went home an’ told your ma there was an organ man in Badgertown ’cause there ain’t no Jasper here now, with his big dog. Heard anythin’ from him lately?”