"Did he know as much as Zip? Did he ever talk in meetin'?"
"No, he couldn't bark the way Zip did at the lecture, but he chattered, as we do when our teeth are cold. When he'd been doing mischief he'd run round the floor of the ship, wagging his head the way I do now, as if he was as innocent as a whole lot of kittens. Why, he acted as you did, Dotty, when you was a little girl, and picked the inside out of that custard pie."
"Ahem!" said Dotty. "I guess you think you're talkin' to somebody else, Prudy Parlin! I don't like your story; wish you'd stop."
"But I was going to tell you how Jacky got sick, and there were ever so many more monkeys on board—"
"On what board?"
"On the ship. And they took care of Jacky, and brought him his supper as if they were folks."
"What did he have for supper?"
"O, nuts and things, on a wooden plate."
"I wish I was a monkey!"
"O, Dotty Dimple, that's a horrid speech!"