Jinny. The Taming of a Bad Monkey ( >, 
and seemed quite bright, holding to the shawl he | 
muffled around her and watching him all the time Ne 
at his desk. Once in a while she would moan out ; 
that whining “errr, errr.” Then he would reach j{ Spal | 
out his hand and stroke her head. This pleased | /izmzun 
her, and she would give one or two little petted “= 
grunts and settle down. ee oe 
But he had an unpleasant scene to face every time 
he had to leave the office on business. It made 
him feel so guilty that he transferred all the outside 
work he could. It was very awkward, but he could 
see now that Jinny wouldn’t last long, and he had 
got so fond of her that he could not bear to cross her. 
Mealtimes were making three breaks a day, 
which meant three upsets, so he had his food sent 
to him on a tray. 
In a few days it was clear that Jinny was dying. 
She could not sit up now, her brown eyes no longer 
watched the clock that seemed alive, nor brightened 
when he spoke to her. So he swung for her a little 
hammock near his desk. In that she would lie 
and watch him with a wistful look on her face, and 
call him when he seemed to forget her presence. 
Then he would give the hammock a little swing 
that pleased her. He had to keep the books; she 
did not like to see him doing that; it prevented him 
looking at her. So he used to lay his left hand on 
