ouldn't get her food, she grew very thin,
and at last was so frightened that the hostler could scarcely get her
into the stall. Several times he had to whip her before she would enter
it, and then she stood as far back as possible, trembling like a leaf.

"It was a long time before they found out what the matter was; and then
the monkey had to take a whipping, I guess."

"If his mother had been there, she would have whipped him," said Minnie,
laughing.

"What do you mean?"

The little girl then repeated what her mother had told her of the
discipline among monkeys, at which he was greatly amused.

All this time, they were standing at the bottom of the hay mow, and
supposed that Jacko was safe at the top; but the little fellow was more
cunning than they thought. He found the window open near the roof, where
hay was sometimes pitched in, and ran down into the yard as quick as
lightning.

The first they knew of it was when John called out from the barnyard,
"Jacko, Jacko! Soh, Jacko! Be quiet, sir!"

It was a wearisome chase they had for the next hour, and at the end they
could not catch the runaway; but at last, when they sat down calmly in
the house, he stole back to his cage, and lay there quiet as a lamb.

Minnie's face was flushed with her unusual exercise, but in a few
minutes she grew very pale, until her mother became alarmed. After a few
drops of lavender, however, she said she felt better, and that if Frank
would tell her a story she should be quite well.

"That I will," exclaimed the boy, eagerly. "I know a real funny one;
you like funny stories--don't you?"

"Yes, when they're true," answered Minnie.

"Well, this is really true. A man was hunting, and he happened to kill a
monkey that had a little baby on her back. The little one clung so close
to her dead mother, that they could scarcely get it away. When they
reached the gentleman's house, the poor creature began to cry at
finding itself alone. All at once it ran across the room to a block,
where a wig belonging to the hunter's father was placed, and thinking
that was its mother, was so comforted that it lay down and went to
sleep.

"They fed it with goat's milk, and it grew quite contented, for three
weeks clinging to the wig with great affection.

"The gentleman had a large and valuable collection of insects, which
were dried upon pins, and placed in a room appropriated to such
purposes.

"One day, when the monkey had become so familiar as