THE KINKAJOU. 



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roof, and the outside windowsills — no monkey 

 to be found. 



Grieving, both to lose him, and in dread of 

 the fate he might meet in the streets of the city, 

 I began to put the room in order, restore the 

 pictures, which were not injured in any way, to 

 their places, and pick up the scattered contents 

 of my work basket. As I went to replace a 

 volume in a set of low bookshelves, I caught 

 sight of a bit of fur. I pulled out half a dozen 

 books, and there, rolled into a snug ball, was the 

 naughty rogue, fast asleep. 



What did I do with him ? Why, I took hold 

 of him, and he turned his sleepy eyes upon me 

 with a look so innocent and winning that I put 

 him back in his box, careful not to disturb his 

 morning nap — and forgave him on the spot. 



We never should have made the acquaintance 

 of the odd little creature at all, if there had not 

 been several hours between sundown and bed- 

 time in which to study his curious ways. From 

 the moment he aroused himself in the evening 

 he was most interesting. 



Soon after the gas was lighted and the family 

 had become quiet, for he hated confusion or 

 noise, his house was opened, by throwing the 

 blanket portiere over on to the top of the cage, 

 and sliding up the wire door. 



Before long the fur ball in the small round 



