Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
ing her ribs as usual. He kept one eye on her and 
talked to her all the time he was in, and nothing 
happened, but the boss warned him again. “You 
look out or she’ll get you yet! Tl not be respon- 
sible if you go in there again!’ 
It was only a question of time and patience now, 
and Bonamy knew the business. Many visits, 
unvaried gentleness, soft talkings, little gifts of 
favorite food at each visit, and gradually resent- 
ment gave way to toleration, toleration to interest, 
and interest to attraction. 
“Tl never forget the first time she let me scratch 
her head with a stick,” said he. “TI felt as proud 
as if I was a star batsman winning the pennant 
on a home run.” 
Thus she learned to look for his visits, and before 
the month was up Jinny and he became pretty good 
friends. His judgment of her was right: she had 
a fine character, was unusually intelligent, and 
only needed the chance he gave her. In her worst 
rampaging she had never hurt any of the little 
monkeys. She never seemed savage at women or 
fi ‘3 ae children. She resented only the men. But now 
ae Mr __ she was becoming quite tame even with them, ex- 
oe; cept that she always hated Keefe, and the sight 
Z of a sailorman roused her to fury. 
a ‘~», But her friendship for Bonamy grew daily; she 
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