"Without any arms! Did he have shoulders?" asked Cricket.
"Oh, yes, indeed. I saw them often when he was a baby—bare, I mean. The shoulder ended smoothly where the arms should be. He grew up a very bright little fellow. Running barefoot all the time, as he did, I suppose he learned to pick up things with his toes very naturally. At any rate, when he was eight years old he could even handle his knife and fork with his toes."
"Ugh!" shuddered Eunice, "Did he sit on the table?"
"No, not quite so bad as that. He sat on a little low stool, and his plate was put on the floor in front of him. He would pick up his knife and fork, cut up his meat, and feed himself as deftly as possible. It was very funny."
"Think of washing his feet before dinner, instead of his hands!" giggled Cricket.
"Could he get his feet right up to his mouth?" asked Eunice.
"Yes, easily. He was very limber."
Zaidee instantly sat down on the piazza floor and attempted the performance.
"It most cracks my back," she said, getting up and trying to reach around behind herself to rub it.
"I could do it," said supple Cricket, who could sit on the floor and put her legs around her neck.