CHAPTER IV.
THE MONKEY IN CHURCH.
One day, Jacko observed nurse washing out some fine clothes for her mistress, and seemed greatly interested in the suds which she made in the progress of her work.
Watching his chance, he went to Mrs. Lee’s room while the family were at breakfast one morning, and finding some nice toilet soap on the marble washstand, began to rub it on some fine lace lying on the bureau. After a little exertion, he was delighted to find that he had a bowl full of nice, perfumed suds, and was chattering to himself in great glee, when Ann came in and spoiled his sport.
“You good for nothing, mischievous creature,” she cried out, in sudden wrath, “I’ll cure you of prowling about the house in this style.” Giving him a cuff across his head with a shoe, “Go back to your cage, where you belong.”
“Jacko is really getting to be very troublesome,” remarked the lady to her husband. “I can’t tell how much longer my patience with him will last.”
“Would Minnie mourn very much if she were to lose him?” asked Mr. Lee.
“I suppose she would 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?”