“Why, Mappo, my cousin, knows them!” cried Jacko. “I have often heard him speak of them. Mappo is such a merry monkey. He had many adventures, and they have all been put in a book.”
“My! It seems every one is getting in books,” said Dido. “I hope to have one written about me. But say! I’m hungry, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am,” answered Jacko.
“My master always feeds me buns after I finish my tricks,” went on the dancing bear, “but I guess he is so busy talking now that he has forgotten it.”
“I wish we could get something to eat,” spoke Jacko. “Oh, look, Dido, there’s a bakery store over there, and I see buns and cake in the window, besides cookies.”
“So there are!” said Dido.
“Let’s go over and see if they will give us any,” went on the monkey who was a cousin to Mappo. “My chain is loose, and I can easily run over there.”
“My chain is loose, too,” said Dido. “Come on, we’ll go over to the bakery and perhaps we can find some buns.”
Across the street went Dido and Jacko. Their masters were so busy talking about their travels that they did not notice the two animals. And, as it happened, the boy who had been left in charge of the bakery had gone out to watch the dancing bear, and he was now standing looking at the hand-organ, and wishing he had one like it. So he did not see Dido and the monkey go in the bakery.
The dancing bear and the monkey went in the bakery. No one else was there. In the window was a pile of cakes and buns.