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which he wraps around him to keep his back warm 
when he sleeps in winter. 
May 23—Every time I meet Uncle John he asks, 
“Ts his name Fury or Furry now?” Uncle John is 
much interested in the good behavior of even little 
squirrels. As Fury has not bitten me hard for two 
days, I think I will call him Furry after this. He ate 
some bread soaked in milk to-day, holding it in his 
hands in real squirrel fashion. I let him run around 
the room and he liked it. 
May 25—Furry got away from me this morning 
and I did not find him for an hour. Then I dis- 
covered him in a pasteboard box of drawing paper 
with the cover on. How did he squeeze through? 
May 26—He holds the bowl of the spoon with both 
front paws while he drinks the milk. When I try to 
draw the spoon away, to fill it again after he has 
emptied it, he objects and hangs on to it with all his 
little might, and scolds as hard as ever hecan. Heis 
such a funny, unreasonable baby. 
May 28—To-night I gave Furry a walnut meat. 
As soon as he smelled it he became greatly excited; 
he grasped the meat in his hands and ran off and hid 
under my elbow, growling like a kitten with its first 
mouse. 
May 30—Since he tasted nuts he has lost interest 
in milk. The nut meats are too hard for his new 
teeth, so I mash them and soak them in water and 
now he eats them like a little piggy-wig with no 
manners at all. He loves to have me stroke his back 
while he is eating. He uses his thumbs and fingers in 
such a human way that I always call his front paws, 
hands. When his piece of nut is very small he holds 
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