"Oh, yes, Bunny. Yo' all kin do dat I'll jest tie de dawg down here in
de hall, an' yo' all kin go ast yo' Aunt Lu."

The dog did not seem to mind being tied and left alone. Henry fastened
him with a cord, and the dog lay down on the cool marble floor, while
the colored boy took the two children up in the elevator.

"Oh, Bunny!" said Sue, in a whisper, as they were waiting for their
aunt's maid, or for Wopsie, to open the door of the hall. "Oh, Bunny, I
know what we could do."

"What?" Bunny wanted to know.

Sue looked around, and seeing that Henry had gone down in his elevator,
she said:

"We could have walked our new dog up the stairs. We didn't need to bring
him up in the elevator. Then Henry wouldn't have seen him."

"Yes, but he'd hear him when he barks. If they won't let us keep our new
dog here we can take him to Central Park, Sue."

"What for, Bunny?"

"To put him in a cage until we go home. Then we can take him with us to
play with Splash."

"Oh, maybe we could!" cried Sue, clapping her hands.

By this time Wopsie had opened the door.

"Well, where yo' chilluns bin?" she asked. "Yo' ma an' yo' aunt Lu am
gettin' worried 'bout yo'."

"We found a dog!" cried Bunny. "A real dog!"

"And he's down stairs," said Sue. "Henry won't bring him up on the
elevator, but it isn't 'cause Henry's afraid. They won't let dogs live
in here, he says. Don't they, Aunt Lu?"

"Don't they what, Sue?" asked Miss Baker, coming into the room just
then.

"Dogs," answered Bunny. "We found a nice dog, Aunt Lu, and we want to
keep him, but Henry won't let us," and he told all that had happened.

"No, I am sorry," said Aunt Lu. "They don't allow any dogs, cats or
parrots in this building. You see they think persons who have no pets
would be bothered by those animals of the neighbors. I'm sorry, Bunny
and Sue, but you can't have the dog. One is enough, anyhow, and you have
Splash."

"Yes, but he's away off home," said Bunny.

"Never mind, dears. I'm sorry, but I haven't any place for a dog, or a
cat or even a parrot."

Bunny and Sue thought for a moment Then Bunny asked:

"Could you keep a monkey, Aunt Lu?"

"Gracious goodness, no!" cried his aunt. "I should hope not! A monkey
would be worse than a dog, a cat or a parrot. I hope you don't think of
bringing a monkey home, Bunny."

"Oh, no'm. I was just wondering what we'd do if a hand-organ man gave us
a monkey."

Mrs. Brown and Aunt Lu laughed.

"Well, I hope a