ut of her desk, and water running out of the broken pipes!
Sure the school had bad luck to-day! But I must see about this ink. It
may spoil everything in the drawer. The bottle must have been upset and
the cork came out when the teacher and children were running around
after the pipes burst."

The Monkey turned away from the keyhole and looked at the bottle of ink.
Surely enough, it lay on its side, and the cork was out. A stream of
black liquid was running out of the bottle, dripping down through a
crack in the teacher's desk.

"Oh, do you suppose you did that?" asked the Doll in a whisper of the
Monkey.

"I--I guess maybe I did," he answered. "After I dipped my tail in the
ink and marked your face, maybe I didn't put the cork back in tightly
enough. And when I jumped around, to see what all the racket was about,
I must have knocked the bottle over."

The janitor opened the lid of the desk, at the same time saying:

"I'd better take the teacher's things out and keep them for her until
morning. What with the ink and water, everything may be spoiled."

A bright light shone in on the Monkey and the Doll when the top of the
desk was opened by the janitor. Of course both the toys kept very still
as soon as the janitor looked at them. This was the rule, as I have told
you in the other books.

It did not take the school janitor long to cork the ink bottle and stop
any more of the black fluid running out.

"Well, well!" said the janitor, looking at the ink-splashed Doll and the
ink-tipped Monkey. "I'll take these two toys home and maybe my little
girl can clean them. Then I'll bring them back to school to-morrow, and
the teacher can give them to whoever owns them. Yes, I'll take the
Monkey and Doll home to my house."

And this the janitor did. He stuffed the Monkey on a Stick, and also
the Cotton Doll, into his pocket, taking care, of course, not to break
them, and then, having cleaned from the room as much of the water as he
could, the janitor went home.

"Look what I've brought you," he said to his little girl, as he took the
Monkey and the Doll out of his pocket on reaching home.

"Oh, aren't they funny!" cried the little girl, dancing up and down.
"May I have them to keep?"

"Gracious me! what is going to happen now?" thought the Monkey on a
Stick.

CHAPTER IV

A QUEER RIDE

"Look out for the ink on the Doll's face," said the janitor to his
little girl, as he handed her the toy. "And see, the Mo