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FOUR-HANDED FOLK. 



let alone, and his cage-mate was trying to wake 

 him up. 



For a while the rolled-up creature endured 

 the annoyance of his fellow, but on a harder 

 push than usual, he slowly uncoiled a little, lifted 

 his head, and looked up at me as if asking pro- 

 tection from all this pulling and hauling. Now 

 I am susceptible to the pleading look in any 

 dumb face, and that one was so innocent and 

 mild, and the large eyes so intelligent, that my 

 heart was won on the instant. 



" What is that little brown beast?" I asked 

 the man in attendance. 



I was told that it was a night monkey, that a 

 sailor had brought it from Africa as a pet, and 

 they had bought it from him. 



A night monkey ! I had no desire for a 

 monkey, full of pranks and mischief, in my 

 houseful of birds, still less for one who would 

 carry on his performances at night. 



I turned away, but, giving one glance back, I 

 was lost. The little fellow had come to the front 

 of the cage, pulled himself up straight, and was 

 looking at me in an earnest way that I could not 

 resist. Without pausing to consider the diffi- 

 culties to be overcome, I bought him at once, 

 leaving him to be sent home the next day, and 

 then I went home myself and worked out the 

 problem of how to keep a night monkey in a 

 parlor. 



