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Indeed, to tell the truth though it's a secret between ourselves, remember that's the real reason I've come out here. I want to get a fresh supply to take back to London with me. One needs a fearful lot in London 'But there's no sun in London to melt it, objected Monkey instantly. 'There's fog though, and it gets lost in fog like ink in blotting- paper. There's never enough to go round.

They resemble dogs in the general form and the length of the face or snout, but they have hands with well-developed thumbs on both the fore and hind limbs; and this, with something in the expression of the face and their habit of sitting up and using their hands in a very human fashion, at once shows that they belong to the monkey tribe.

My love has robbed the summer day the field, the sky, the dell, She has taken their treasures with her, she has taken my heart as well; An' if ever, in the further fields, her feet should go astray May she hear the good God calling her Go'day! Go'day! Go'day! I got a warm welcome on Monkey Hill. John Trumbull came to dine with us at the chalet the evening of my arrival.

"And now we come to the last act!" said Herbert. "This will be some tricks by my Monkey on a Stick." "I'm glad my chance has come at last," thought the Monkey to himself. "I must do my best!" The Monkey had got back on his stick himself after he had driven the Goat out of the tent, and now the funny chap was all ready to do whatever Herbert wanted.

She climbed on a chair, very cautiously raised the skylight, and peeped out. It had been snowing all day, and on the snow, quite near her, crouched a tiny, shivering figure, whose small black face wrinkled itself piteously at sight of her. "It is the monkey," she cried out. "He has crept out of the Lascar's attic, and he saw the light." Becky ran to her side.

In the midst of the unusual horrors that surrounded him, while clinging to the unfamiliar mizzen shrouds on which in desperation the poor monkey had found a temporary refuge, the electric fire showed him the dark figure of his old familiar friend standing not far off. With a shriek of not quite hopeless despair, and an inconceivable bound, Spinkie launched himself into space.

He used to amuse his friends by creeping over the furniture of a room like a monkey. It was very common for his companions to make bets with him: for example, that he would not be able to climb up the ceiling of a room, or scramble over a certain house-top. Grimaldi, the famous clown, used to say, "Colonel Mackinnon has only to put on the motley costume, and he would totally eclipse me."

When they filed through the doorway, to inspect, here was a cane table set with supper fried eggs, fried bread-fruit, also real bread, baked bananas, sweet potatoes, beef dried in strips, black coffee and in the middle of the table a baked something that looked exactly like a baked baby! "Oh!" cried Charley, startled. "What's that?" "A baked monkey, 'pon my word!" exclaimed his father.

The other apes, seeing that the turtle was not to be trifled with, ran off, leaving their young brother to his fate. Then the turtle said to the monkey, 'If you will be quiet, and do what I tell you, I won't hurt you. But you must get on my back and come with me.

"That's a funny rule," said Miss Cricket. "But then you are a funny fellow, Mr. Monkey on a Stick." "If you think I'm funny, you ought to see my friend, the Calico Clown," said the Monkey. "He's full of jokes and riddles. He has a queer one about a pig making a noise under a gate." "My goodness! why did he do that?" asked the Grasshopper. "Do what?" inquired the Monkey.