In they came by way of the Lodge , escorted by Bab and Betty , full of glee , for hand-organs were rare in those parts , and the children delighted in them . Smiling till his white teeth shone and his black eyes sparkled , the man played away while the monkey made his pathetic little bows , and picked up the pennies Thorny threw him . `` It is warm , and you look tired . Sit down and I 'll get you some dinner , '' said the young master , pointing to the seat which now stood near the great gate . With thanks in broken English the man gladly obeyed , and Ben begged to be allowed to make Jacko equally comfortable , explaining that he knew all about monkeys and what they liked . So the poor thing was freed from his cocked hat and uniform , fed with bread and milk , and allowed to curl himself up in the cool grass for a nap , looking so like a tired littie old man in a fur coat that the children were never weary of watching him . Meantime , Miss Celia had come out , and was talking Italian to Giacomo in a way that delighted his homesick heart . She had been to Naples , and could understand his longing for the lovely city of his birth , so they had a little chat in the language which is all Music , and the good fellow was so grateful that he played for the children to dance till they were glad to stop , lingering afterward as if he hated to set out again upon his lonely , dusty walk . `` I 'd rather like to tramp round with him for a week or so . Could make enough to live on as easy as not , if I only I had Sanch to show off , '' said Ben , as he was coaxing Jacko into the suit which he detested . `` You go wid me , yes ? '' asked the man , nodding and smiling , well pleased at the prospect of company , for his quick eye and what the boys let fall in their talk showed him that Ben was not one of them . `` If I had my dog I 'd love to , '' and with sad eagerness Ben told the tale of his loss , for the thought of it was never long out of his mind . `` I tink I see droll dog like he , way off in New York . He do leetle trick wid letter , and dance , and go on he head , and many tings to make laugh , '' said the man , when he had listened to a list of Sanch 's beauties and accomplishments . `` Who had him ? '' asked Thorny , full of interest at once . `` A man I not know . Cross fellow what beat him when he do letters bad . '' `` Did he spell his name ? ''
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