ok him away when he was eating a banana," added
Teddy.

"Our monkey--his name is Jack--he was eating the banana--not the
hand-organ man," said Jan, fearing Mr. Anderson might not understand what
her brother meant.

"And he does tricks, and we're going to have him in our little circus--I
mean our monkey does tricks," went on Teddy.

"Well, I guess I'll get the straight of it after a while," said Mr.
Anderson, with a little laugh. "Anyhow it seems that some stray
hand-organ man has taken your monkey, has he?"

"Yes. And we want our monkey back!" cried Janet.

"Then you'd better get up here in the wagon with me," went on the
grocery man, "and I'll drive you down the street. It will be quicker than
walking, and, as I've delivered all the orders, I'm in no hurry to get
back to the store. Hop up, Curlytops!"

He helped Janet and Teddy to the seat beside him, and drove off. It was
not the first time the children had ridden with Mr. Anderson, for he
often took them with him when he had occasion to stop at their house.

"Do you know which street he went down?" asked the grocery man, as he
called to his brown horse which started off again.

"We don't know," answered Teddy. "We didn't see him. We were in the barn,
getting some boxes so Jack--that's the monkey--could do some tricks. We
left him eating a banana, and when we came out he was gone. But Mrs.
Johnson said she saw a hand-organ man come out of our yard and he had a
monkey."

"And it must 'a' been Jack!" added Janet.

"Well, we'll try to get him back for you," promised Mr. Anderson, as he
guided the horse down the street. "And we'll ask some of the people we
meet if they have seen Jack."

"Oh, now I know we'll get him back!" exclaimed Janet, and there was a
smile on her face where, before, there had been a sad look, which always
came just before she cried. "I'm glad we met you, Mr. Anderson," she
said.

"So am I," agreed Teddy.

The first person they met was Patrick, the man who worked for Mrs. Blake,
the lady into whose house Jack made his way one night, making Mrs. Blake
think he was a fuzzy burglar.

"Oh, Patrick!" cried Teddy, "a hand-organ man took our monkey away. Have
you seen him?"

"Which? The hand-organ man or the monkey?" asked Mrs. Blake's gardener.

"Either one," said Janet. "He's the same monkey that was once in your
house, you know."

"Yes," returned Patrick, with a smile, "I know. Well, I'm sorry, but I
didn't see either the hand-organ