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drew them around the cage, lapped tliem over, 

 and pinned them down in front. Then I turned 

 down the light and kept quiet for a while to al- 

 low her to go to sleep. After the lapse of a few 

 minutes I slowly turned up the light and re- 

 sumed my writing. In an intstant I heard the 

 curtains rustle and looked around, and there I 

 saw her little brown eyes peeping through the 

 folds of the curtains, which she held apart with 

 her little black hands. When she saw what it 

 was that caused all this disturbance she chattered 

 to me in her soft, rich tones, and tried so hard to 

 pull the curtains apart that I removed them from 

 her cage, so that she could look around the room. 

 To see her holding the curtains apart in that 

 graceful manner, turning her head from side to 

 side, peeping and smiling at me and talking in 

 such low tones, was so much like a real flirtation 

 that one who has not seen the like cannot fully 

 appreciate it. And only those who have experi- 

 enced the warm and unselfish friendship of these 

 little creatures can realize how strong the attach- 

 ment becomes. When once you enjoy the con- 

 fidence of a monkey nothing can shake it ex- 

 cept some act of your own or one at least which 

 they attribute to you. Their little ears are 



