While the wagon was being repaired Toby and the monkey stood hand
in hand watching the work go on, while those in the cage scolded
and raved because they had been induced to return to captivity.
After a while the old monkey seated himself on Toby's arm and
cuddled close up to him, uttering now and then a contented sort of
a little squeak as the boy talked to him.
That night Mr. Stubbs slept in Toby's arms, in the band wagon, and
both boy and monkey appeared very well contented with their lot,
which a short time previous had seemed so hard.
When Toby awakened to his second day's work with the circus his
monkey friend was seated by his side, gravely exploring his pockets,
and all the boy's treasures were being spread out on the floor of
the wagon by his side. Toby remonstrated with him on this breach
of confidence, but Mr. Stubbs was more in the mood for sport than
for grave conversation, and the more Toby talked the more mischievous
did he become, until at length the boy gathered up his little store
of treasures, took the monkey by the paw, and walked him toward
the cage from which he had escaped on the previous night.
"Now, Mr. Stubbs," said Toby, speaking in an injured tone, "you must
go in here and stay till I have got more time to fool with you."
He opened the door of the cage, but the monkey struggled as well
as he was able, and Toby was obliged to exert all his strength to
put him in.
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