THE SPIDER MONKEY. 123 



" Now, Madame Gila," said I, as the man tied 

 her to a post, " we '11 see what you can find to do 

 here." 



She did find something ; her hands were never 

 idle. She worked at the knot of her rope till 

 it untied, and then she proceeded to investigate 

 the garden, her new home. Whatever green 

 fruit she could find, she pulled off and threw 

 down as unworthy the notice of any sensible 

 monkey ; the growing vegetables she dragged 

 out of the ground to see what they were like ; 

 the pots of flowers she upset to examine the 

 under side. In fact that spot of ground looked 

 as if a hurricane had passed through it. 



" Now this will never do," I said ; " this 

 Mischief must be securely fastened. I can't 

 keep her to ruin a garden not my own." 



But the secure fastening was the puzzle. It 

 was beyond the wit of man to contrive a knot 

 that she would not untie. At last she had to be 

 chained, for every finger was full of " fidget " as 

 some little people's fingers, and she had twice 

 as many of them, besides her two thumbs. A 

 home was also made for her that seemed safe. 



The house, like all first-class houses in the 

 city of Granada where all this happened, was 

 built around a court which was filled with trees 

 and flowers. Around the court, into which every 

 room opened, was a corridor like a wide piazza, 



