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Plant, Headmaster’s House”—nevertheless, it was something to talk about.
“The animals are paid for their entertainment value,” I said. “We don’t send out hampers to monkeys in their own forests.”—Or did we? There was no knowing what humane ladies in England would not do—“We bring the monkeys here to amuse us.”
“What’s amusing about that black creature there?”
“Well, he’s very beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Atwater stared into the hostile little face beyond the bars. “Can’t see it myself.” Then rather truculently, “I suppose you’d say he was more beautiful than me.”
“Well, as a matter of fact, since you raise the point ...”
“You think that thing beautiful and feed it and shelter it, while you leave me to starve.”
This seemed unfair. I had just given Atwater a pound; moreover, it was not I who had fed the ape. I pointed this out.
“I see,” said Atwater. “You’re paying me for my