Lhe Zoological Gardens. 51

The next house belonged to the monkeys.
Tom had once or twice seen a funny little
brown monkey on the top of an organ; but
here were whole families of them making such
a noise, and tumbling about like children.
The air was quite warm, and they did not
seem to wish to go out of doors. As soon
as they saw Tom with his bag of nuts, they
_ stretched out their hands to get some.

“Stop!” cried Tom, “stop! Don’t be in
such a hurry. I can’t feed you all at once.
Oh, old monkey, how you do snatch at it!
Don't you know it’s very rude to snatch? I
am sure you are enough of a man to know
that. Your eyes are just like a man’s. Now
don’t look at me any longer. I’m going to
walk down the room. You'll make yourself
ill if you eat so much.”

The monkeys watched him pass, and still
kept stretching out their funny, brown fingers,
so that Tom had often to stop and put a nut
in them. One or two sat quite quiet, and
without asking for anything; but still they
did not look unhappy like the lions, or cross