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"
Will
he
let
me
catch
him
?
"
she
asked
.
She
thought
she
had
never
seen
more
surprise
and
delight
than
the
dark
face
expressed
when
she
spoke
in
the
familiar
tongue
.
The
truth
was
that
the
poor
fellow
felt
as
if
his
gods
had
intervened
,
and
the
kind
little
voice
came
from
heaven
itself
.
At
once
Sara
saw
that
he
had
been
accustomed
to
European
children
.
He
poured
forth
a
flood
of
respectful
thanks
.
He
was
the
servant
of
Missee
Sahib
.
The
monkey
was
a
good
monkey
and
would
not
bite
;
but
,
unfortunately
,
he
was
difficult
to
catch
.
He
would
flee
from
one
spot
to
another
,
like
the
lightning
.
He
was
disobedient
,
though
not
evil
.
Ram
Dass
knew
him
as
if
he
were
his
child
,
and
Ram
Dass
he
would
sometimes
obey
,
but
not
always
.
If
Missee
Sahib
would
permit
Ram
Dass
,
he
himself
could
cross
the
roof
to
her
room
,
enter
the
windows
,
and
regain
the
unworthy
little
animal
.
But
he
was
evidently
afraid
Sara
might
think
he
was
taking
a
great
liberty
and
perhaps
would
not
let
him
come
.
But
Sara
gave
him
leave
at
once
.
"
Can
you
get
across
?
"
she
inquired
.
"
In
a
moment
,
"
he
answered
her
.
"
Then
come
,
"
she
said
;
"
he
is
flying
from
side
to
side
of
the
room
as
if
he
was
frightened
.
"
Ram
Dass
slipped
through
his
attic
window
and
crossed
to
hers
as
steadily
and
lightly
as
if
he
had
walked
on
roofs
all
his
life
.
He
slipped
through
the
skylight
and
dropped
upon
his
feet
without
a
sound
.
Then
he
turned
to
Sara
and
salaamed
again
.
The
monkey
saw
him
and
uttered
a
little
scream
.
Ram
Dass
hastily
took
the
precaution
of
shutting
the
skylight
,
and
then
went
in
chase
of
him
.
It
was
not
a
very
long
chase
.
The
monkey
prolonged
it
a
few
minutes
evidently
for
the
mere
fun
of
it
,
but
presently
he
sprang
chattering
on
to
Ram
Dass
's
shoulder
and
sat
there
chattering
and
clinging
to
his
neck
with
a
weird
little
skinny
arm
.
Ram
Dass
thanked
Sara
profoundly
.
She
had
seen
that
his
quick
native
eyes
had
taken
in
at
a
glance
all
the
bare
shabbiness
of
the
room
,
but
he
spoke
to
her
as
if
he
were
speaking
to
the
little
daughter
of
a
rajah
,
and
pretended
that
he
observed
nothing
.
He
did
not
presume
to
remain
more
than
a
few
moments
after
he
had
caught
the
monkey
,
and
those
moments
were
given
to
further
deep
and
grateful
obeisance
to
her
in
return
for
her
indulgence
.
This
little
evil
one
,
he
said
,
stroking
the
monkey
,
was
,
in
truth
,
not
so
evil
as
he
seemed
,
and
his
master
,
who
was
ill
,
was
sometimes
amused
by
him
.
He
would
have
been
made
sad
if
his
favorite
had
run
away
and
been
lost
.
Then
he
salaamed
once
more
and
got
through
the
skylight
and
across
the
slates
again
with
as
much
agility
as
the
monkey
himself
had
displayed
.
When
he
had
gone
Sara
stood
in
the
middle
of
her
attic
and
thought
of
many
things
his
face
and
his
manner
had
brought
back
to
her
.
