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liis fingers as if to help me to untie it. I cannot say, however, 

 that he succeeds in helping me at all. 



26th. He seems very fond of spinning things round. If he 

 gets a whole apple or orange he generally sits spinning it on one 

 end, before beginning to eat it. He eats an orange by biting off 

 a tiny piece of the peel, and putting his long, thin finger deep 

 into the fruit ; he then lays the whole orange under a piece of 

 wire netting he has near him, and, putting his mouth to the hole 

 he has made, presses the wire netting down upon the fruit, thus 

 squeezing the juice up into his mouth. When a good deal of 

 juice begins to run out, he holds the orange up over his head and 

 lets the juice run into his mouth. 



27th. To-day he obtained possession of a rather valuable 

 document, and, as usual, nothing I could do would persuade him 

 to give it up. He neglected any kind of food I offered him, 

 ^nd only chattered when I coaxed him. When at last I tried 

 threatening him with a cane, he only became savage and flew at 

 me, chattering. My mother now came and sat down in a chair 

 beside him. He immediately jumped into her lap, and remained 

 quite still while she took the paper out of his hands. When, 

 however, she handed it to me and I laughed at her success, he 

 showed his teeth and screamed and chattered at me angrily. I 

 find laughing generally irritates him. Thus, when he is playing 

 with my mother in the bed in the best of humour, as long as I 

 sit quietly on the bed all is well, but if I laugh, for example at 

 any of his affectionate glances, he makes a dart at me to* send me 

 ■off, and then returns with renewed demonstrations of affection 

 to my mother, tumbling head over heels and lying on his back, 

 grinning in a most comical manner, and making a sound very 

 like slight laughter. 



28th. His chain is fastened to the marble slab of a washhand- 

 «tand, placed on the floor against the wall. It is too heavy for 

 him to pull along by his chain without hurting himself, so when 

 he desires to do any mischief which is beyond the reach of his 

 chain, he deliberately goes to the marble and pushes an arm 

 down between an upright part of it and the wall, until he has 

 moved the whole slab sufficiently far from the wall to admit of 

 his slipping down behind the upright part himself. He then 

 places his back against the wall and his four hands against the 

 upright part of the marble, and pushes the slab as far as he can 

 stretch his long legs. He only does this, however, when he is 

 bent on mischief, as the fact of food being beyond the reach of 

 his chain does not furnish a strong enough inducement to 

 lead him to take so much exertion. Thus to-day he began to 



