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fortably between two buttresses with a bunch of 

 silk-cotton under his head. As was said before, the 

 monkey was very sympathetic and evidently re- 

 gretted the bee episode. 



At last they reached the clump of guava trees and 

 began stuffing themselves with the fruits. There 

 were some that looked like red apples and others 

 that resembled yellow pears. Snowball tried to 

 take both kinds home to Edna, but he weakened on 

 the wav. The only thing he had anv success with 

 was flowers. 



After barely escaping violent death under a can- 

 nonball tree and getting his mouth full of cactus 

 prickles, our little suffering hero sat down to rest on 

 a fishhook cactus, but arose immediately and with 

 difficulty, leaving much of his sash behind him. 

 The monkey regarded him mournfully, as though he 

 ought to have known better. 



When the two wanderers reached home. Snow- 

 ball sadly held out a withered bunch of flowers, 

 while the monkey put his hands up to his eyes as if 

 he were going to cry. Edna washed Snowball's face 

 and hands, gave him his dinner, petted him a little, 

 and put him to bed. By next morning, the swell- 

 ings were mostly gone, but he was restless and con- 

 tinually scratching. The monkey, too, spent most 

 of the day scratching and looking himself over. 



