“No,” answered Jacko, “I haven’t. I’ve been so busy eating buns—”
“Oh, do try a cookie,” and the dancing bear, with his big paw, like a hand, held something out to the monkey.
“Aren’t they good?” asked Dido, after Jacko had taken a taste of the cookie.
“Indeed, yes. I’ll have another.”
So the bear and the monkey ate cookies and buns, and then Jacko found a little cake, with sugar on the top.
“Oh, Dido!” he chattered. “These cakes are the best yet. Try one.”
So Dido did, and he liked it very much.
By this time the crowd of persons who had gathered about to watch the dancing bear and the monkey saw the two animals over in the bakery. But the three men—that is, the two who owned the dancing bear, and the one who had the hand-organ—were still so busy talking that they did not notice what was going on.
“Oh, look! The bear and monkey are eating everything in the bakery!” cried a little girl. The boy who had been left in charge of the shop heard this and back across the street he rushed. He did not wish for a hand-organ any more.