t and Dick may come along and find you."
"That's what I'll do," said the Monkey.
Just as the Jack had said it would, it soon became dark, and it kept on
raining. But the Monkey curled up under the big fern leaf, where it was
nice and dry. Soon the Monkey began to feel warm and sleepy, and, before
he knew it, he was fast asleep.
In the morning the rain had stopped. The sun came out bright and warm
and dried up the damp grass. Jack in the Pulpit awoke, and, looking over
toward the Monkey, fast asleep under the broad leaf, called:
"Hi, there, Mr. Monkey! It's morning! Now maybe you can find Herbert, or
he can find you!"
"Dear me! Morning so soon?" exclaimed the Monkey, stretching out his
legs. "I must have slept very soundly."
"Did you dream any?" asked the Jack.
"Not that I remember," was the answer. "But I am glad the rain has
stopped. Now I'll hop over the meadow, back to the place where I fell
off Carlo's back, and I'll wait there until Herbert comes for me, as I
am sure he will."
"I shall be sorry to see you go," said Jack, "but I suppose it has to
be. If you ever get back this way again, stop and see me."
The Monkey said he would and then, smoothing down his plush, he sat out
in the sun awhile to get a little dryer and warmer. He looked at the end
of his tail.
"The ink is almost washed off," he said. "I am glad of that."
Then he began to hop across the field, making his way through the tall
grass. He thought he would know it when he came to the place where the
string had come loose, and where he had fallen from Carlo's back, but
the grass looked so much alike all over that the Monkey was beginning to
think he might be lost in it.
All at once, however, he heard a voice saying:
"Well, you've come back, have you?"
The Monkey looked around, and there sat his friend Mr. Grasshopper, and
near him was Miss Cricket.
"Oh, I'm so glad to see you!" cried the Monkey. "I was looking for the
place I first met you--the place where I fell off the dog's back."
"It is right here," said the Grasshopper. "This is where I first noticed
you. And there is the hummock of grass you sat on."
Then the Monkey knew he was back at the place he wished to reach. He sat
down and talked with the Grasshopper and the Cricket, telling them of
his visit to Jack Hare's cave, and also how he had slept all night under
a leaf near Jack in the Pulpit.
"Hark!" suddenly called the Grasshopper.
"What's the matter?" aske
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