Toby walked briskly along, in the best possible spirits, for his
running away was now an accomplished fact, and he was going toward
Uncle Daniel and home just as fast as possible. He sang "Old Hundred"
through five or six times by way of showing his happiness. It is
quite likely that he would have sung something a little more lively
had he known anything else; but "Old Hundred" was the extent of his
musical education, and he kept repeating that, which was quite as
satisfactory as if he had been able to go through with every opera
that was ever written.
The monkey would jump from his shoulder into the branches above,
run along on the trees for a short distance, and then wait until
Toby came along, when he would drop down on his shoulder suddenly,
and in every other way of displaying monkey delight he showed that
he was just as happy as it was possible.
Toby trudged on in this contented way for nearly an hour, and
every moment expected to step out to the edge of the woods, where
he could see houses and men once more. But instead of doing so the
forest seemed to grow more dense, and nothing betokened his approach
to the village. There was a great fear came into Toby's heart just
then, and for a moment he halted in helpless perplexity. His lips
began to quiver, his face grew white, and his hand trembled so
that the old monkey took hold of one of his fingers and looked at
it wonderingly.
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