140 MARTIN RATTLER.

itself to—sleep. Martin loved it deeply, but his love
was unrequited; for, strange to say, that small
monkey lavished all its affection on Barney’s shagey
dog. And the dog knew it, and was evidently proud
of it, and made no objection whatever to the monkey
sitting on his back, or his head, or his nose, or doing,
in fact, whatever it chose whenever it pleased. When
in the canoe, the marmoset played with Grampus, as
the dog was named ; and when on shore, it invariably
travelled on his back.

Martin used to lie in the canoe half asleep and
watch the little face of the marmoset, until, by some
unaccountable mental process, he came to think of
Aunt Dorothy Grumbit. Often did poor Martin
dream of his dear old aunt, while sleeping under the
shelter of these strange-leaved tropical trees and
surrounded by the wild sounds of that distant land,
until he dreamed himself back again in the old village.
Then he would rush to the well-known school, and
find all the boys there except Bob Croaker, who he
felt certain must be away drowning the white kitten;
and off he would go and catch him, sure enough, in
the very act, and would give him the old thrashing
over again, with all the additional vigour acquired
during his rambles abroad thrown into it. Then he

would run home in eager haste, and find old Mrs.