They invade the house whenever they get a chance, and carry off everything they don't want.

One morning the master of the house was in his bath, and the window was open.

Near it stood a pot of yellow paint and a brush.

Some monkeys appeared in the window; to scare them away, the gentleman threw his sponge at them.

They did not scare at all; they jumped into the room and threw yellow paint all over him from the brush, and drove him out; then they painted the walls and the floor and the tank and the windows and the furniture yellow, and were in the dressing-room painting that when help arrived and routed them.
Two of these creatures came into my room in the early morning, through a window whose shutters I had left open, and when I woke one of them was before the glass brushing his hair, and the other one had my note-book, and was reading a page of humorous notes and crying.