Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
keeper, stood quite still, raised her hands a little 
higher, looked amused, he thought, and—let the 
victim go. 
“Well,” said he, “that settles it. I know she 
is not a coward and she is not cruel. She’s not 
a bad Monkey at all. She’s been abused, but she 
is all right and I am going to handle her before a 
month.” 
Then he began his old proven method, never 
scare her, move gently, go as often as he could, 
and always talk to her softly. At first when he 
came she would rush threateningly at the bars, 
then, finding that procedure barren of all inter- 
esting results, she gave it up in less than a week. 
But she would sit high on some perch and glare at 
him, scratching her ribs, puffing, and working her 
eyebrows. He used to joke her about it, as he 
phrased it, and in a fortnight could see he was 
winning the fight. 
All this time there had been no thorough «lean- 
ing of the cage, only a ‘“‘long-scraper’’ clean-out, 
so one morning he said: “‘I’ll go in and scrub up.” 
The boss warned him not to go. ‘‘That’s a dan- 
gerous Monk,” said he. “If she gets you by the 
neck, you are done.” 
But in he went. Jinny jumped up to her high 
perch and began snorting, jumping, and scratch- 
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