pieces on the threshold of his dwelling!

Very soon the story spread, as stories will, and reached the ears of the
princess and her husband, and when she knew that her enemy was dead she
made her peace with her father.

From Major Campbell, Feroshepore.

_THE HEART OF A MONKEY_

A LONG time ago a little town made up of a collection of low huts stood
in a tiny green valley at the foot of a cliff. Of course the people had
taken great care to build their houses out of reach of the highest tide
which might be driven on shore by a west wind, but on the very edge of
the town there had sprung up a tree so large that half its boughs hung
over the huts and the other half over the deep sea right under the
cliff, where sharks loved to come and splash in the clear water. The
branches of the tree itself were laden with fruit, and every day at
sunrise a big grey monkey might have been seen sitting in the topmost
branches having his breakfast, and chattering to himself with delight.

After he had eaten all the fruit on the town side of the tree the monkey
swung himself along the branches to the part which hung over the water.
While he was looking out for a nice shady place where he might perch
comfortably he noticed a shark watching him from below with greedy eyes.

'Can I do anything for you, my friend?' asked the monkey politely.

'Oh! if you only _would_ throw me down some of those delicious things, I
should be so grateful,' answered the shark. 'After you have lived on
fish for fifty years you begin to feel you would like a change. And I am
so very, very tired of the taste of salt.'

'Well, I don't like salt myself,' said the monkey; 'so if you will open
your mouth I will throw this beautiful juicy kuyu into it,' and, as he
spoke, he pulled one off the branch just over his head. But it was not
so easy to hit the shark's mouth as he supposed, even when the creature
had turned on his back, and the first kuyu only struck one of his teeth
and rolled into the water. However, the second time the monkey had
better luck, and the fruit fell right in.

[Illustration: The Monkey feeds the Shark]

'Ah, how good!' cried the shark. 'Send me another, please,' and the
monkey grew tired of picking the kuyu long before the shark was tired of
eating them.

'It is getting late, and I must be going home to my children,' he said
at length, 'but if you are here at the same time to-morrow I will give
you another treat.'

'Thank