THE MARMOSET. 



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with a branch running to every back door, 

 which in the city belongs, by long custom, to 

 the cats. 



As soon as the marmosets learned the possi- 

 bilities of the fence, they were happy. They 

 could run from one end of the block to the 

 other, and visit every kitchen in the row. And 

 then they were very busy from morning till 

 night, making new friends, and getting choice 

 bits to eat in nearly every yard. 



This intrusion upon their exclusive highway 

 did not pass unnoticed by the cats, and I looked 

 with anxiety for the fate of a marmoset when it 

 should come in the way of pussy. I need not 

 have worried about them, for, strange to say, the 

 cats, one and all, gave the odd little beasties 

 a wide berth. Though so much bigger, they 

 seemed to be afraid of the monkeys, and ran 

 away from them. 



Sometimes a very brave cat would crouch on 

 the fence about three feet from a marmoset, and 

 wait, in cat fashion, to see what he would do. 

 That did not disturb the little fellow in the 

 least. If it was his whim to pass her, he would 

 simply give a great leap over her head and land 

 on the fence the other side, while the cat would 

 tear across the nearest yard, frightened half out 

 of her wits. 



Promptly at four o'clock in the long summer 



