Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . The black monkey was looking at himso eagerly and with such a funny ex-pression that Barty could not help laughing. His face is so tiny and wrinkled thathe looks like a baby a hundred yearsold—only babies never are a hundredyears old, he said. ^^Will you stay withme? he asked the monkey. ^If I werereally Robinson Crusoe and you werebigger you might be my Man Friday. *< Chat-chat—chattery-chatterdy- chat-terdy, replied the little black creature,getting so excited that he quite jumped upand down as if he could not keep He chattered so hard and his c
Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . The black monkey was looking at himso eagerly and with such a funny ex-pression that Barty could not help laughing. His face is so tiny and wrinkled thathe looks like a baby a hundred yearsold—only babies never are a hundredyears old, he said. ^^Will you stay withme? he asked the monkey. ^If I werereally Robinson Crusoe and you werebigger you might be my Man Friday. *< Chat-chat—chattery-chatterdy- chat-terdy, replied the little black creature,getting so excited that he quite jumped upand down as if he could not keep He chattered so hard and his chattersounded so much as if he were talkingthat it made Barty laugh more than everand put a queer new thought into hishead. It seems as if he were trying to saySaturday, he cried out. Perhaps he issaying it in monkey language. Im goingto call him that. If he isnt a Man Fri-day he can be a Man Saturday. AndMan Saturday seemed so pleased and theGood Wolf thought it such a good idea,that Barty was delighted and hugged hisnew little black friend quite tight in his arms.
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