306 THE BOOK OF A NATURALIST 



to the manner born. Lamb cutlets with a nice 

 big potato on the plate were placed before her, 

 also a cup of tea, for in those days tea was drunk 

 at every meal. After a glance round to see how 

 eating was managed in these novel conditions, she 

 began on the cutlets, and presently my little sister, 

 anxious to guide her, called attention to the un- 

 tasted potato. She looked at it, hesitated a moment, 

 then, taking it up in her fingers, dropped it into 

 her tea-cup! The poor girl had never seen a boiled 

 potato before and had never had a cup of tea, and 

 had just made a guess at what she was expected 

 to do. We youngsters exploded with laughter and 

 our elders smiled, but the girl kept her balance 

 not a flush, not a change in her countenance. 



"Oh, you must not do that!" cried my sister. 

 " You must eat the potato with the cutlet on the 

 plate, with salt on it." 



And Juanita, turning towards her little hostess, 

 replied in a quiet but firm tone: "I prefer to eat 

 it this way." And in this way she did eat it, first 

 mashing it up, stirring it about in the tea, making 

 a sort of gruel of it, " not too thick and not too 

 thin," then eating it with a spoon. 



This singular presence of mind and faculty of 

 keeping their dignity under difficulties is, I imagine, 

 an instinct of all uncivilised people, and is in some 

 curious way related to the instinct of self-preserva- 

 tion, as when they are brought face to face with a 

 great danger and are perfectly cool where one would 

 expect them to be in a state of confusion and panic. 



