"If you had a monkey, Mrs. Golden, he
could reach things down from the high shelves for you, when your son
goes off after leg-legacies."
"I'm afraid, dearie, that a monkey would be more bother than he was
worth to me, just to lift things down off high shelves," laughed the old
lady. "Wango is a lively chap, though."
"What's this about a legacy?" asked Mr. Winkler, for he was an old
friend of Mrs. Golden.
"I don't count much on it," she answered. "Philip has gone to see about
it. I got word that an uncle of mine had died and left some money and
property. We may get a share of it and we may not."
"I hope you do!" exclaimed Mr. Winkler. "I most certainly hope you do!"
So did Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, for they were getting quite fond
of Mrs. Golden, and liked to buy things at her store.
When the children were on their way home with the pepper, Mr. Winkler
walking with them part of the way carrying Wango on his shoulder, Bunny
said:
"When I keep a store like that I'm going to have a monkey to reach
things down off the high shelves for me.
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