Small boy comes in, and strokes me. I snap at him. _I will not_ be every one’s plaything. [Illustration] 3:47 to 4:0. Another attempt to kill rug. Would have done it this time, had not that odious Aunt Brown come in and interfered. I did not say anything, but gave her such a look, as much as to say, “I’ll do for you one day.” I think she understood. 4:0 to 5:15. Slept. [Illustration] 5:15. Awakened by bad attack of eczema. [Illustration] 5:20 to 5:30. Slept again. 5:30. Awakened again by eczema. Caught one. [Illustration] 5:30 to 6:0. Frightened canary by staring greedily at it. [Illustration] 6:0. Visited kitchen-folk. Boned some bones. [Illustration] 6:15. Stalked a kitten in kitchen-passage. The other little cowards ran away. 6:20. Things are looking brighter: helped mouse escape from cat. [Illustration] 6:30. Upstairs, past the drawing-room. Door of old Mrs. Brown’s bedroom open invitingly. I entered. Never been in before. Nothing much worth having. Ate a few flowers out of a bonnet. Beastly. [Illustration] Then into Miss Brown’s room. Very tidy when I entered. Discovered there packet labelled “High-class Pure Confectionery.” Not bad. Pretty room. [Illustration] 7:0. Down to supper. Ate it, but without much relish. I am off my feed to-day. 7:15. Ate kittens’ supper. But I do wish they would not give them that eternal fish. I am getting sick of it. 7:16. Sick of it in the garden. 7:25. Nasty feeling of lassitude comes over me, with loss of all initiative, so I decide to take things quietly, and lie down by the kitchen fire. Sometimes I think that I am not the dog that I was. 8:0. Hooray! Appetite returning. 8:1. Ravenous. 8:2. Have one of the nicest pieces of coal I have ever come across. [Illustration] 8:5.