FOUR-HANDED FOLK 



I. 



THE KINK A JO U. 

 I. NIPSEY. 



The way it came about that a bird-student 

 set up a menagerie in her parlor, was this. In 

 New York the shops that keep birds for sale 

 are also supplied with beasts. In the largest 

 of them one may buy almost anything, from a 

 white mouse to an elephant, and always when I 

 go there to look for birds, I pass into the room 

 beyond and look at the animals. There is gen- 

 erally a cage or two of monkeys, and half a 

 dozen or more of other animals, just imported 

 from abroad, and not yet placed in some museum 

 or zoological garden. 



One day while I was going through the room, 

 I stopped before a cage containing what looked 

 like a ball of golden-brown fur, and a lively little 

 beast who was pulling it about. Of course the 

 ball was a sleepy little fellow who wanted to be 



