the Cotton Doll in one hand, he tilted up the ink bottle in the other,
and dipped in the end of his tail.

"Now I'll paint you nice and black!" he laughed.

"Oh, don't! Please don't!" begged the Cotton Doll, as she tried to get
away from the Monkey. But she couldn't, for he held her tightly, and the
inky end of the tail was coming nearer and nearer to her face.

CHAPTER III

THE JANITOR'S HOUSE

"There you are! Oh, how funny you look!" chattered the Monkey on a Stick
in a whisper to the Cotton Doll, as they were both shut up together in
the teacher's desk. "You don't know how funny you look! If I only had a
looking-glass I'd show you!"

"I don't care! I think you're real mean!" said the Cotton Doll. "Don't
you dare put any more ink on me!"

"I guess I've got enough on you now!" laughed the Monkey. "There's a
spot on your nose, one on your chin, and one on each of your cheeks." As
he spoke the Monkey put the cork back in the ink bottle and wiped the
inky end of his tail off on a piece of blotting paper in the desk.

"What's that you say?" cried the Cotton Doll. "Did you dare put ink on
my nose, on my chin and my cheeks?"

"That's what I did, just for fun!" chattered the mischievous Monkey.
And, really, he had done just that. Oh, he was a regular "cut-up" when
he was by himself, that Monkey was.

"I must look terrible!" said the poor Cotton Doll, and, raising her
hands, she rubbed them over her face. She felt the wet spots where the
Monkey had daubed her with ink.

"Oh! aren't you mean?" cried the Cotton Doll. "My little girl mistress
will never like me again when the teacher gives me back to her. I'm all
spoiled!"

"No, you just look funny!" laughed the Monkey. "You looked funny when I
put ink spots on you, but now you look funnier than ever, 'cause you've
spread the ink all around, and made big splotches of it. Oh, my! Excuse
me while I laugh!" he cried, and he wiggled and twisted around on the
bottom of the drawer, laughing in whispers at the funny look on the face
of the Cotton Doll.

"You're too mean for anything!" said the Doll to the Monkey, and she was
almost ready to cry. But she happened to think that if she shed any
tears they would wash down through the ink on her cheeks and make her
look queerer than ever. So she did not cry.

"I'm never going to speak to you again, so there!" exclaimed the Cotton
Doll, and she would have stamped her foot if there had been room for her
to stand up i