ugliest beast you can think of, Jasper."
"Ben!" exclaimed Polly, reproachfully.
"When did it come? Did Mr. Cabot really give it to you?" cried Jasper,
all in one breath, and deserting his pillows at once.
"Oh, he didn't give it to me," said Polly. "It's a present to all of us;
it's yours, Jasper, just as much as any one's."
"Dear me!" cried Jasper, quite overwhelmed at being part owner in the
Christmas gift of a monkey. "Well, when did it come, Polly?"
"Just two days ago," said Polly, trying to remember all the fun they had
enjoyed with their new acquisition, "though it seems--oh, ages; and he's
been so cunning."
"How I do want to see him!" cried Jasper, eagerly. "Where is he? I
should think Joel would worry the life out of him."
"Well, for once I guess Joe has got his match," said Ben, bursting into
a laugh. "I asked him to come along with us and show Jocko off this
morning, and he said, 'No,' and showed a lively pair of heels."
"Jocko? Is that his name?" asked Jasper, with the liveliest interest.
"Yes," said Polly.
"That's what the sailors named him, Mr. Cabot said," added Ben,--"so you
told me, Polly," turning to her.
"Yes, I did," said Polly. "You see, Jasper, Mr. Cabot was having some
things brought out from India, and he thought he'd send for a monkey for
a surprise to us. And the sailors petted him all the way over, and--"
"Who, Mr. Cabot?" interrupted Ben, mischievously.
"No; aren't you ashamed of yourself," cried Jasper, in a pretended rage.
"Go on, Polly. If I weren't tied to this old chair I'd pommel this chap
for you. Well, where is the monkey now?"
"Oh, Thomas has him in a little room in the stable," said Polly. "He's
chained up, you know. But by and by we're going to have him in the
house, when he's tame and nice."
"O dear me! How I should like to see him," said Jasper, with a long
breath, and sinking back against the pillows.
"Dear me! Well, I wish you could," breathed Polly, wistfully, and a
regretful look swept over her face. Why had she told Jasper about the
monkey? Better to have waited for the surprise to come out to-morrow.
And her head drooped sorrowfully.
"Never mind, Polly," said Ben, who never could bear to have Polly look
sorry over anything. "Jasper would rather have the fun of hearing about
the monkey to-day than to wait to see him."
"But why should I wait before I see him?" said Jasper. "There's no
reason he can't come up here to see me." He looked first at Polly, then
at Ben.
"What?" cried Polly, coming out of her sorry little fit to stare at him.
"Whew!" whistled Ben, and he stuck his hands in his pockets and stared
too.
"Yes, there isn't any earthly reason why the monkey couldn't come up
here," said Jasper, persistently, "and I really need him. He'd cheer me
up," he added.
"Yes, there's no doubt of that," said Ben, with a chuckle.
"Well, then bring him. Do, there's a good chap," said Jasper, leaning
forward to bestow a resounding clap on Ben's shoulder.
"Goodness me," said Ben, backing away, "if Doctor Fisher could only feel
you he'd let you downstairs fast enough. There'd be no need of bringing
monkeys or anything else up to you."
"Well, Doctor Fisher isn't here," said Jasper, laughing, "and I am made
to stay up here. And just think how dull it is," he added artfully.
"That's a compliment, now," said Ben, "when we've tried to entertain you
as hard as we can."
"Well, I didn't mean that; you know I didn't," said Jasper, coming out
of his laugh to look very much distressed. "You know I didn't, Polly,
don't you?" he begged, appealing to her.
"Yes, I do," said Polly, "know you didn't mean it at all, Jasper."
"All right, now tease away," said Ben.
"But I do want to see that monkey dreadfully," said Jasper, returning to
the charge with renewed effort when he saw that his last unfortunate
remark was perfectly understood; "it would be just the way to make me
entirely well."
"I do believe it would, Ben," said Polly, whirling around to him, "be
the very best thing, as Jasper says. Oh, do let's bring him up." She
flew off from her hassock to rush to the door.
"Well, I can fetch him, as far as that goes," said Ben, getting up
slowly from his hassock. "If that monkey has got to come, why, I'll
bring him."
"Good for you!" shouted Jasper, in huge delight, and clapping his hands
together.
"But I warn you, he's a perfect--tempest," said Ben, moving off to join
Polly. "You don't need to go, Polly," he said; "I'll bring him."
"But I can do it much better," said Polly, "because he knows me, Ben,
and you've only seen him once."
"And that was quite enough for both the monkey and me," said Ben, with a
little laugh. "Well, prepare yourself to receive Jocko," he tossed back
over his shoulder to Jasper; "and don't blame me if he's too much for
you."
"I won't blame you," promised Jasper, in huge delight; then he doubled
up one of his pillows and tossed it across the room, to give vent to his
feelings, as Polly and Ben ran off downstairs to do his bidding.
It was all he could do to wait with even a show of patience, yet they
did it very quickly, considering the distance that had to be run over,
and the little formality to be gone through with of detaching Jocko from
a plate of cake bits that one of the maids had just left with him.
"Oh, he oughtn't to have that anyway," said Polly, twitching his chain.
"Come away from it, Jocko, it's bad for you to have so many sweets."
But Jocko, not thinking so, chattered and scolded, wrinkling up his
eyelids and showing all his teeth at her.
"Polly, the beggar will bite you," said Ben, laying a hand on the chain.
"Oh, no, he won't," said Polly. "Now, Jocko, you are _not_ going to have
all that plate of cake. Come away," for Jocko had scrabbled all he
possibly could of the sweet bits into both cheeks, spreading his paws
over the remainder in the dish to protect it. And Polly gave such a jerk
that Jocko was twitched clear away from the tempting morsels.
"Polly, Polly," remonstrated Ben in alarm, "he surely will bite you;
give me the chain."
"Oh, no, he can't," said Polly. "See, his mouth is full," which was
quite true, Jocko's cheeks being puffed out to that degree that he
couldn't very well use his teeth to attack with.
"Well, he will as soon as he has swallowed that mouthful, the greedy
thing," said Ben. "Here, you," and Ben picked up a stick from the
corner. Jocko viewed it with the air of acquaintance, as if Thomas had
showed it to him before, and immediately spit out all the cake, rolled
up his eyes beseechingly, and folded his paws.
"Oh, you cunning thing!" exclaimed Polly, throwing her arms around him,
while Jocko seized her gown and huddled and snivelled into it, getting
away from Ben as far as possible.
"Polly, how can you?" cried Ben, in disgust.
"Well, he's just as sweet as can be," said Polly. "O dear, do put down
that stick, he's so afraid of it."
"Indeed, I shan't," declared Ben, brandishing it wildly, whereat Jocko
danced a perfect waltz around Polly, clinging to her brown gown and
gibbering at every step.
"I do hope Thomas doesn't whip him with it," said Polly, whirling around
uncertainly with the monkey's antics. "Oh, you don't suppose he does,
Ben, do you?"
"Nonsense; you know Thomas wouldn't hurt a fly," said Ben. "But Jocko
has probably tasted a stick on board ship, Polly, or a rope-end, or
something worse. And it's just as well to show him something now that he
will respect." It was a long speech for Ben.
"Well, we ought to hurry," said Polly, "for it's so hard for Jasper to
wait." So away they ran, Jocko getting between their feet at every
chance he could find. And then, "Well, here we are!" announced Ben, as
they all three dashed, or rather tumbled, into Jasper's room together.
For Jocko, seeing here a grand opportunity, plunged in suddenly,
dragging the chain before them so that Polly promptly fell over it. And
in trying to save her, Ben lost his balance.
"Well, I should think so!" exclaimed Jasper, starting forward. "My
goodness! What an entree."
"Well, you ought to be thankful that we've got here at all," retorted
Ben, extricating himself and helping Polly up; "and if you don't get
enough of this beast, I miss my guess."
"Oh, isn't he perfectly lovely!" cried Polly, racing up and pulling
Jocko along to Jasper's chair. "Did you ever see--" she couldn't finish,
for Jocko, not considering it necessary to wait for any further
introduction, leaped up to Jasper's shoulder and laid his little black,
cold, slippery nose against the nearest cheek.
"I told you you'd get enough of him," cried Ben, bursting into a laugh.
"Oh, your face, Jasper!" as Polly twitched the chain so that the monkey
sprawled at once on the floor.
"Oh, well, that's all right," said Jasper, recovering himself and wiping
his face dry with his handkerchief.
"Is it?" laughed Ben. "I'm glad you like it."
"There, Polly, bring him a little nearer. I don't want him on my
shoulder, you know," Jasper was saying.
"Oh, don't you?" said Ben. "I thought he was all right up there."
"Let me take the chain," said Jasper, paying no attention to Ben.
"Oh, Jasper, I'm afraid you're not strong enough," said Polly,
fearfully. "Hadn't I better hold it?"
"Oh, I'm strong enough," said Jasper.
So Polly, although with many misgivings, handed the chain to Jasper, who
pretty soon had the monkey on his knee, examining all his fine points,
and becoming acquainted with his exceedingly expressive countenance.
"Now, isn't he a dear?" cried Polly, dancing in front of Jasper's chair,
and regarding the new pet with affection.
"He certainly is," said Jasper, making Jocko give him his paw, then
teaching him to feel in his pockets.
"Oh, Polly, get me a lump of sugar, do; there on the tray." So Polly ran
to the little silver bowl and came back with two sweet blocks in her
hand.
At sight of them Jocko gave a greedy little cry and tried to spring off
from Jasper's lap.
"Oh, no you don't, sir," said Jasper, holding him fast by the collar;
"you must hunt for them. Give them to me, Polly."
So Polly put the sugar lumps into Jasper's hands, and he dropped one
into each pocket. "There now, hunt, sir," which Jocko, wrinkling up his
flat nose, was glad to do.
"Did you ever see such sweet little fingers?" said Polly, dropping to
her knees by the side of the big chair, as Jocko, finding one sweet
lump, dragged it forth triumphantly, to set sharp little teeth in it.
[Illustration: "DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH SWEET LITTLE FINGERS?" SAID
POLLY.]
"Fingers! Oh, Polly!" exclaimed Ben, coming up, stick in hand.
Jocko grunted and chattered, one eye on the stick, while he nibbled
away.
"Oh, Ben, do put it down," begged Polly.
"All right," said Ben, depositing the stick on the table. "Lie there,
but see that you behave, Mr. Jocko."
"He says he will," said Polly, with a laugh, as Jocko gave a little
scream, his sugar being all gone. Then he began to hunt for more,
puckering up his forehead in the search. He was quite sure there were
two pieces, and he must hurry and get the last one. So he pulled and
pawed and scratched and scrabbled over Jasper in his efforts to reach
all his pockets that might be possible, Ben laughing as much as the
other two in the process.
At last Polly looked up, "Oh, you are getting tired, Jasper," she
exclaimed in dismay.
"I believe I am," confessed Jasper; "my sides fairly ache with the
laughing. But don't take Jocko away," he said, clinging to him.
"Well, we ought to," said Ben, "for you are tired, and my sides ache,
too."
"We might tie Jocko up for a while," suggested Polly, who hadn't the
heart to go against Jasper's wish.
"That's it, tie him up till I'm a bit rested," said Jasper, eagerly.
"Here, Jocko, go with your mistress," and he put the chain in Polly's
hand.
"Well, where is a good place?" asked Polly, twitching Jocko off from
Jasper's knee. "Come on, Ben, where shall we tie him?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Ben, looking about him doubtfully. "Why, to the
door-knob, perhaps."
"Wouldn't the bureau handle be better?" asked Polly.
"The table leg, Polly," suggested Jasper.
"The table leg, oh, yes," cried Polly. "Now then, Jocko, you must be
very good," and she knelt down by the table, dragging the monkey up to
her.
"Let me fasten it for you," said Ben, coming up.
"Oh, I can do it," said Polly, pulling the chain around the table leg
and taking a little loop in it. "There, sir! Now you're fast!" as she
jumped up and brushed her brown gown with both hands.
"He's mussed you all up," cried Ben; "and see, his hair's all over your
dress."
"Never mind," said Polly, who always liked everything very nice,
"they'll come off," and she brushed away smartly. "There, that's all
right now, Bensie. Oh, let's talk over what we are going to do
to-morrow, our real Christmas," and she flew back to Jasper's chair.
"Yes, do," said Jasper. "Come on, Ben."
"You know, of course, there's the tree," began Polly, as the two pulled
their hassocks and sat down again, on either side of Jasper's chair.
"Yes, of course," said Jasper. "Christmas wouldn't be Christmas, would
it, Polly, without our tree."
"No, I should think not," laughed Polly. And Ben saying the same thing
they immediately launched into an animated recital of all the plans for
this particular tree, and the comparison with all the other trees of the
past Christmases, till they forgot Jocko and everything else in the
charms of this belated holiday.
"What's that funny noise?" at last asked Ben in a lull, when all three
had paused to rest.
"What? I don't hear anything," said Jasper, pricking up his ears.
"Nor I," said Polly. "Oh, yes, I do." She sprang off from her hassock
and ran around to the table.
"Why, Jocko, where--" she cried.
Ben got off from his hassock. "Well, that explains the noise fast
enough," he said grimly. "Why, where is the whip?" going over to the
table.
"Dear me, I don't know," said Polly. "I haven't touched it," and she
began to fly all about the room. "Jocko, Jocko dear," she cried
coaxingly.
"The little scamp has taken the whip," said Ben, too vexed to smile.
"How you can laugh, Jasper, I don't see. Now then, we must find that
beast. My goodness me!" He dashed off. As Ben seldom took any but
deliberate steps, Jasper stopped laughing to see him go. The next
instant, "Come, Polly!" called Ben.
"Where?" She was over by one of the long windows, shaking the curtain,
fully expecting to see the runaway hiding within its folds.
"In the bath-room," shouted Ben. So down the little passageway, tiled
and wainscoted, clattered Polly on hasty feet, to find Ben holding Jocko
by the collar, and the bath-tub running over with water, both faucets
being turned on, and several articles, the broken whip among the rest,
floating on the top.
Jocko was grinning and cringing, with sharp, sudden squeals for pity
when he saw Polly.
"Take care, you'll wet your feet," warned Ben. "The water's all over the
floor." Which Polly soon found out the moment she stepped on the tiled
surface.
"O dear me!" she gasped, stepping gingerly in.
Squeal! Squeal! Jocko set up more elaborate attempts to attract her
attention.
"Do turn off the faucets, Ben," said Polly, hurrying over to peer into
the tub.
"Oh, I have, long ago," said Ben, "but I can't let the water out."
"Why, Ben Pepper, there is Jasper's 'As You Like It,'" said Polly, in
anguish, hanging over the bath-tub.
"I know it," said Ben. "Hush, Polly, Jasper'll hear you."
"O dear! And I 'most know there are his sleeve buttons."
"Yes, and lots of things more," said Ben, grimly, "so I can't let the
water off, for they'd all run down."
"And, and,--why, Ben Pepper!" Polly forgot the wet floor and she
splashed up and down in great distress. "Oh, I must bale it out," she
cried. "I see Jasper's watch and chain down at the bottom."
"Stop, Polly, you're getting as wet as anything and splashing all over
me," said Ben. "Now then, you little scoundrel," to Jocko, "I'll tie you
up so that you won't get loose again in a hurry," and he fastened the
chain, in a way that no one but Ben could do, to the door-knob, then he
came back and rolled up his sleeves, Jocko beginning to sob and whimper,
since Polly wouldn't look at him.
"Do you run out in the hall and call down the tube for Jane," said Ben.
"Jasper can't hear, for his door is shut."
"But I must tell him what is the matter," said Polly, in great distress.
"Listen, he's calling."
"Pol-_ly_." Evidently Jasper _was_ calling. "Ben, what in the world is
the matter?" came from Jasper's room.
"I'll tell Jasper," said Ben. "You get Jane up here to clear this water
out; do, Polly."
"Well, don't tell Jasper about his Shakespeare," said Polly, hurrying
off on her wet feet, "nor the watch."
"No, I won't," promised Ben.
"Oh, nothing much, old chap." He went down the passage, and put his head
in at Jasper's door, "It's Jocko, you know; we've found him."
"Oh, that's good," cried Jasper; "and nothing has happened to him, I
hope?"
"No," said Ben, "there hasn't."
"That's good," said Jasper again.
So Ben went back and Jane came up with her pail and mop and cloths, and
presently a fine array of articles was brought to view on the bottom of
the bath-tub, to add to those floating on top.
"Oh, Ben, did you ever in all the world!" said Polly, aghast, as they
fished for the things. "I don't see how he had time to do it."
"Well, he used it pretty well," said Ben. "See there, Polly Pepper,"
holding up what had once been a necktie.
"And it's quite, quite ruined," said Polly, choking off a little sob.
Then she deserted the bath-tub, to fly over to the monkey. "Oh, you
naughty, naughty--Oh, Ben, what has Jocko got in his mouth? He's
choking!"
"Nonsense, he wouldn't choke," said Ben; yet he left fishing in the
bath-tub for more articles of Jocko's depositing and went over to
investigate.
Jocko, when he saw Ben coming, spit out a mouthful which proved to be
pins, while he tucked with one paw a small article underneath him, and
blinked up in Ben's face.
"Spit out the rest," commanded Ben, "or I'll get another switch. Do you
hear?"
"Oh, he'll choke, he'll choke," cried Polly, in great alarm. "What shall
we do? He has ever so many more in his cheeks. Oh, you bad Jocko!"
Jocko spit out a few more pins, then wrinkled up his eyebrows and
grinned and chattered.
"Get the rest out, sir," said Ben, "or the switch, you know."
Fretting dismally, Jocko stuck his paw clear into his cheeks, and poked
the pins out until none seemed to remain. Then he sat up quite straight,
scolding frightfully.
"Where did he get the pins?" exclaimed Polly, wonderingly.
"Where did he get anything," said Ben, "you might as well ask."
"But he didn't have them when we found him," she went on.
"Oh, yes, he did; he must have," said Ben; "and he's hidden more
somewhere about him now, you may depend. Get up there, Jocko!"
But Jocko, seeing no fun ahead of him if he lost that little cushion,
sat still and glared, showing all his teeth at Ben.
"O mercy me!" exclaimed Jane, with her gown tucked up, busy with her mop
and pail over the tub, "he'll bite you, Master Ben."
"Yes, he will," said Polly, in a terror. "Oh, Ben, do let him alone."
"I'll let him alone for a minute," said Ben, hurrying off. Presently
back he appeared, flourishing Jasper's riding crop. At sight of this
Jocko drew his teeth in, and slunk down into a little heap of abject
misery.
"Get up," said Ben, flourishing the whip threateningly.
"Oh, Ben, don't strike him," pleaded Polly.
"And if you do, he'll jump at me, most likely," said Jane, with only a
thought for her unprotected ankles. "Please don't, Master Ben."
"I'm not going to," said Ben, "only he must get up. He's sitting on
something he's hiding. Now, then, will you get up?" he cried, swinging
the whip in the air.
Jocko, who saw the riding crop going up, supposed naturally it was
coming down. Not desiring to receive it on his body, he made a quick
movement and leaped. Jane, who had followed all proceedings with extreme
anxiety, saw no reason why he shouldn't come her way. And to leave the
space she had been occupying she decided without delay. But forgetting
the pail, half full of water she had mopped up from the tub, she
promptly fell over it, into the pool on the floor.
"What is it?" cried Polly, picking up a small object where Jocko had
been sitting. "Why, Ben Pepper, it's Jasper's little pincushion, the one
I made for him last Christmas!"
XX
REPAIRING DAMAGES
And that afternoon Jasper was sleeping (nobody had told him, of course,
of the result of Jocko's pranks), so Polly and Ben could steal off for a
bit of Christmas shopping on their own account.
"I shall pay for the Shakespeare, for it's all my fault that Jocko did
those bad things," said Polly, as they hurried along.
"No, it isn't, any more than mine," said Ben. "I oughtn't to have let
him up there."
"But you said we better not, all the time," said Polly, truthfully.
"Well, and then I let him up," said Ben, "so I'm just as bad as you,
Polly."
"Well, you did it because Jasper wanted Jocko so much," persisted Polly.
"That's the only reason, Ben."
"Yes," said Ben, "but never mind what the reason is; I let him up all
the same, so I'm going to pay for 'As You Like It.' You've got to buy a
new pincushion, Polly."
"I know it," said Polly. "O dear me! How I wish there was time to make
another one before Christmas."
"Well, there isn't. The very idea!" exclaimed Ben; "why, that is
to-morrow. Besides, Jasper will want a new pincushion right away."
"I know," cried Polly, with a little sigh. "Well, let's buy that first.
Candace has some little cushions, so I'll get one of her," and they
turned into Temple Place and ran into the small shop.
There was a bell over the door that jingled smartly whenever a customer
stepped in. This had the effect now to bring Candace waddling in from
the little room beyond, which was bedroom, kitchen, and all. She had
been dressing a rag doll, and her blue checked apron still had some
wisps of wool sticking to it, while she raised her black hands, one of
the fingers still retaining its big horn thimble. "Fer de lan's sakes,
Miss Polly--an' Mas'r Ben--I'm glad youse home again."
"Oh, Candace," cried Polly, beginning to unburden her woes, when the two
were seated on some stools before the counter that ran along one side of
the room, "you can't think what trouble we're in."
Candace, just reaching down from a shelf above a jar of peppermint and
cinnamon sticks, with which she meant to regale her visitors and
celebrate Ben's return, started so she nearly let the big glass jar
fall.
"Fer de lan's sakes!" She could get no further as she turned to them a
frightened face that seemed to suddenly grow gray.
"Don't scare her, Polly," whispered Ben. "Tell her at once what has
happened."
"You know Jocko--"
"Hey?" said Candace, setting the jar down with a thump to rest both
shaking hands on the counter.
"Jocko, our monkey. Oh, I forgot, Candace, you don't know about our
present that Mr. Cabot gave to us all. Well, it's a monkey--the dearest,
yes, he _is_ the dearest thing, even if he has been bad," said Polly,
decidedly.
"A monkey!" screamed Candace, lifting both black hands. "An' Mr. Cabot
gib you dat did he, fer a present?"
"Yes," said Polly. "Wasn't he kind, Candace?"
"Well, I dunno," said Candace, slowly. "Mr. Cabot's a bery nice
gemman--a bery nice _gemman indeed_. He comes in here an' buys tings
offen an' offen. But I should a-thought he'd gib ye a leetle purtier
ting dan a monkey. Jus' a grain purtier," she added, unwilling to
criticise any more sharply.
"Well, he couldn't have given us anything that was nicer," said Polly,
loyal to both Mr. Cabot and to the monkey, "only you see, Jocko didn't
know quite how to behave."
"I shouldn't think he did," observed Ben.
"He's only just come from India," said Polly, feeling that a little more
explanation was necessary before stating just how bad the monkey had
been.
"Whar's dat?" asked Candace, in wonder.
"Oh, the other side of the world," said Polly, hastily; "and so you
see--"
"De oder side ob de worl'," cried Candace. "My lan' o' Goshen, how you
know dat? Who brung him?"
"Oh, the sailors; he came in a ship, and so you see, perhaps he learned
some naughty tricks," said Polly, hoping that now the recital of the bad
deeds would be softened enough to state her errand at the shop. "And so
he didn't know any better, maybe, than to chew up Jasper's little
cushion."
"He ain't gone an' chewed up dat ar pincushion you made Mas'r Jasper?"
cried the old woman.