"You see," I said, "he's brown and comes from a different part of the country. It's like Englishmen and Frenchmen. Now, if he was blue—"
"Ask that keeper," said Nancy.
"He's very busy," I whispered. "We oughtn't to interrupt him."
Nancy at once ran over to the man.
"Have you got any blue ones?" she asked. "'Cos he can talk to them. We'd like to see one."
The man looked at me without interest. I was an amateur and a rival; but Nancy's smile can work wonders.
"Yes, Missy," he said, "a beauty round here."
We reached the cage all too soon.
"Now talk," Nancy ordered.
Again I went through my ridiculous performance. The monkey looked at the keeper.