Part 5 (1/2)

”These seem quite fresh now,” remarked Mother Brown, as she lifted from the box, lined with moss, the fragrant orange blossoms. Their perfume filled the whole room, and even w.a.n.go sniffed in delight, at least so Bunny said.

The children were allowed to look at the beautiful waxlike white blossoms, with their glossy green leaves, and then Mother Brown carried them upstairs to immerse them in the bathtub full of water. When they had freshened up they would be put in vases.

”Oh, I'd just love to see orange blossoms growing on a tree!” sighed Sue, as she drew in a deep breath of the fragrance.

”I'd rather see oranges and eat 'em!” exclaimed Bunny. ”Can I pick oranges off a tree?” he asked his father.

”Well, yes. I suppose I might as well say I'll take you and then you'll stop teasing,” said Mr. Brown laughingly, as his wife came back, having left the orange blossoms upstairs. ”We'll all go to Florida!”

”When?” cried Bunny and Sue, eagerly.

”In about a week, I think,” their father answered. ”I shall have to go to Georgia then, and after I get through my business there we can run down to Florida for a few weeks.”

There came a knock on the door just then, and when it was opened there stood the old sailor, Jed Winkler.

”Is my monkey here?” he asked. ”Yes, I see he is,” he added, as he caught sight of his pet near Bunny and Sue. ”Come here, you rascal!” he went on, pretending to be cross. ”What did you want to run away for?”

”Is that what he did?” asked Bunny.

”Yes,” answered Mr. Winkler, as he came in. ”My sister opened the windows to-day when she was sweeping or dusting or doing something like that, and she must have forgotten to lock one. w.a.n.go found it and got out. I didn't miss him until a little while ago. I hope he hasn't been into any mischief.”

”Oh, no,” answered Mr. Brown. ”It looks as though a strange dog might have chased him after he left your house. We heard a pounding on our door a few minutes ago, and when I opened it w.a.n.go rushed in.

”There was a big, strange dog near the porch, but I drove it away. Your monkey had a stick in his hand. He probably picked it up to hit the dog with, and he used it to pound on our door.”

”He pounded hard, too,” said Sue. ”w.a.n.go pounded very hard.”

”Hope he didn't hurt the door,” said the old sailor.

”Oh, I think not,” Mr. Brown answered. ”But he was cold and s.h.i.+very, so the children wrapped him up.”

”Well, I'm much obliged,” said Mr. Winkler. ”Come along home, w.a.n.go!” he called, and the monkey leaped into his master's arms, dropping the stick, which he no longer needed. ”What's that nice smell?” asked Mr.

Winkler, as he started for home. ”Did somebody break a bottle of perfume?”

”It's orange blossoms,” explained Bunny.

”And we're going to Florida and pick oranges,” added Sue. ”But there aren't any monkeys there.”

”Then that's the place where my sister ought to go,” laughed the old man. ”She hates monkeys, and I think sometimes she leaves the windows open or unlocked on purpose so w.a.n.go'll get lost. But I wouldn't want to tell her that,” he went on. For Miss Winkler was of rather a sour disposition, not at all as jolly and happy as her brother.

When the old sailor and his pet had gone and supper was over, Bunny and Sue sat near their father and mother, talking happily about the coming trip to the sunny South where the orange blossoms grow. The flowers had been brought downstairs and filled the rooms with fragrance.

”You'll be sure to take us now, won't you, Daddy?” asked Bunny, as he and Sue started for bed a little later.

”Oh, yes, we shall all go South,” promised Mr. Brown. ”But you can't make snow men or go coasting there, Bunny.”

”Picking oranges will be more fun,” decided the little boy.