"That's good. Do you see peanuts anywhere?"
"Yes, there are some at that stand near the bottom of the stairs. Don't lose your five cents!"
"I won't!"
Freddie hurried down with Flossie. He bought a bag of peanuts, and the children hastened across the street to where a little crowd of boys and girls stood in front of the hurdy-gurdy, or hand piano, listening to the music and watching the monkey. This will draw a crowd, even in New York, where there are many more and stranger sights to be seen.
"Oh, isn't he cute!" cried Flossie, tapping her feet on the sidewalk in time to the music.
"He's coming over this way," said Freddie. "I'm going to give him a peanut."
"But don't let him get the whole bag."
"I won't. Here, Jacko! Have a peanut!" and Freddie held out one to the hurdy-gurdy monkey.
The long-tailed animal lost no time in making a grab for it, and soon he was chewing it hungrily. The man grinding out the music
