Ana shuddered. “I went to a menagerie once. There were monkeys. One threw unspeakable things at me.”
Harry fought to suppress her laugh. “Well, monkeys are a bit like curious bees. For the most part, if you don't bother them, they won't bother you.”
At that moment, the little tan primate rose up on its hind legs and waddled toward them. Ana shrieked and ran away from it. Maria tried to do the same, but somehow got tangled in her skirts. A loud sound of ripping fabric revealed the damage. Startled by their overwrought reactions, the monkey bolted for cover and disappeared.
“What happened?” Harry asked.
“I stepped on my skirt,” Maria sulked, pressing one hand to her chest. “It tore.”
“Let me see,” Harry suggested. Kneeling in the street, she examined the hem. “It's a bad tear,” she info
