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so sick that it was necessary to put him again on 

 his original diet. On April 4 she had nursed him for 

 the last time. For more than a month now, stale 

 bread and condensed milk diluted with water had 

 been his daily fare. Perhaps the condensed milk 

 helped to develop his sweet tooth, for he became 

 very fond of sugar. He would often climb up on 

 the table before the dishes had been cleared away 

 and look about for a piece of cake, and put his nose 

 down into all the tea-cups to see if by chance any 

 sugar had been left in the bottom. One day he 

 found a jam-bucket that had been left on the 

 kitchen table. When they discovered him, most 

 of the jam had disappeared. One glance at the 

 cub's round distended body told where the jam 

 was secreted. 



"How much jam would he eat?" I asked Mrs. 

 Weldon. 



"We never had enough to find out!" she an- 

 swered. 



"Do these sweet things agree with him?" 



"No. Sometimes he gets an awful stomach- 

 ache." 



"What do you do then ?" I inquired. 



"Oh, we give him Castoria, same as we do the 

 baby, and he always comes round all right again." 



Of all the foods that were sweet, honey was the 

 most to Bruno's liking a taste which he had, 



