"On Monkey Island; it's the loveliest island in the world."
"But how did you come here?" she said.
The monkey began to tremble again.
"They stole me away," he said, "from my wife and children."
"Oh, Auntie," said Gwendolen, "can't we take him back there? He says it's ever so much nicer than buttered toast."
"Oh, bother the buttered toast," she said. "It's his wife and babies that I'm thinking about."
Then the harmonium suddenly stopped, and they heard the man cry out.
"Why, where's that monkey?" he said. He began to swear. They saw the woman run down the steps. The monkey gave a little cry and jumped into Gwendolen's aunt's arms. Then they saw the man and the woman rush toward the railings. Both their faces were dark as night.
"Come on," said Gwendolen's aunt. "We'll have to run for it. Make for the gate."