uld for a time; but then she has so many pets to take
up her attention."

Just then the child ran in, her eyes filled with tears, exclaiming,--

"Father, does Jacko know any better? Is he to blame for trying to wash?"

Mr. Lee laughed.

"Because," she went on, "I found him crouched down in his cage, looking
very sorry; and nurse says he ought to be ashamed of himself, cutting
up such ridiculous capers."

"I dare say he feels rather guilty," remarked Mr. Lee. "He must be
taught better, or your mother will be tired of him."

When her father had gone to the city, Minnie looked so grave that her
mother, to comfort her, took the book and read her some stories. A few
of them I will repeat to you.

"A lady was returning from India, in a ship on board of which there was
a monkey. She was a very mild, gentle creature, and readily learned any
thing that was taught her. When she went to lie down at night, she made
up her bed in imitation of her mistress, then got in and wrapped herself
up neatly with the quilt. Sometimes she would wrap her head with a
handkerchief.

"When she did wrong, she would kneel and clasp her hands, seeming
earnestly to ask to be forgiven."

"That's a good story, mamma."

"Yes, dear; and here is another."

"A gentleman boarding with his wife at a hotel in Paris had a pet
monkey, who was very polite. One day his master met him going down
stairs; and when the gentleman said 'good morning,' the animal took off
his cap and made a very polite bow.

"'Are you going away?' asked the owner. 'Where is your passport?' Upon
this the monkey held out a square piece of paper.

"'See!' said the gentleman; 'your mistress' gown is dusty.'

"Jack instantly took a small brush from his master's pocket, raised the
hem of the lady's dress, cleaned it, and then did the same to his
master's shoes, which were also dusty.

"When they gave him any thing to eat, he did not cram his pouches with
it, but delicately and tidily devoured it; and when, as frequently
occurred, strangers gave him money, he always put it in his master's
hands."

"Do you think, mamma, I could teach Jacko to do so?" inquired Minnie,
eagerly.

"I can't say, my dear; and indeed I think it would be hardly worth the
pains to spend a great deal of time in teaching him. He seems to learn
quite fast enough by himself. Indeed, he is so full of tricks, and so
troublesome to cook in hiding her kitchen utensils, I am afraid we shall
have to put him i