"You want out, Emil, hey ?" He unclasped the catch of a door, and Emil leaped to the crook of his arm, where he nestled, one hand securely grasping a fold of Herman's beard.
"Ouch, now, don't pull them whiskers!" warned Herman.

"See how he knows his good friend! But he shake hands like a gentleman.

Emil, shake hands nicely with this young one." The monkey timidly extended a paw and the entranced Wilbur shook it.

"Come," said Herman.

"I let you give him something." They went to the back room, Emil still stoutly grasping the beard of his protector.
"Now," said Herman, "you give him a nice fat banana.