Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey 
he worked, then seemed quiet. When he left she 
called him back in monkey fashion, a whining 
“errr, errr,’”’ but he was obliged to go to his office. 
Next morning she was no better, and had pulled 
off the sticking plaster. He scolded her. ‘You 
bad Jinny,” he repeated. She hid her eyes behind 
her arm and allowed him to put on another sticker, 
but she began to pull that off as soon as his back was 
turned, and again was scolded till she seemed 
ashamed, or afraid. Still it was off when next he 
went to the cage. 
Twice a day he went to see her now, and she kept 
on just the same, sitting moaning in the back of the 
cage with her hand on the place. She always bright- 
ened up when he came in and gave that little 
whining ‘‘errr, errr’? when he touched her. But her 
wound did not heal: it looked swollen, raw, and 
angry; and each day she was more upset when he 
left her. Then it got to be too much of a scene; 
she clung to him and kept moaning and, in monkey 
fashion, begging him to stay. But she would not 
let any one else come near, and he did not know how 
to fit it in with his other work. So one day he 
took the short cut. The boss said he was “‘crazy,” 
but he did it. He took that Monkey up in his 
arms, and she hung around his neck like a child as 
he carried her to his office. She sat up in a chair 
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