Splendid heat roared up my radiators. “I shall compliment the dealer on this coal,” I said. Before noon stoke-time all the pipes were dead. I went to the basement. The basement had a glass door. Woo was too absorbed either to see or hear me…
Given an old magazine, Woo would turn the pages till she found a picture, then make a long staring pause. I wondered whether the monkey recognized objects in the flat. I gave her a book of high-coloured monkey pictures; she was not interested. Just turning the pages seemed…
Ginger Pop took fits and died. A perplexed Woo searched garden, basement, and Studio. Old Koko relaxed now that there was no one for him to vanquish. Woo was without a dog chum. Both creatures found life flavourless. As the months rolled by they drew a little…
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