"He was standing on the left leg and the right drawn up at a sharp angle, the toe pointing downwards.

I asked him if his leg hurt him.

His only answer was to shoot the leg straight at right angles to the other, as if pointing to the other with his toe to the wall.

He was still looking quite gravely at the fireplace.
"'James, what is the matter ?' I cried, for I was thoroughly frightened.
James gave three kicks in the air with the right leg, flung up the other, gave three kicks in the air with it also and spun round like a teetotum the other way.

'Are you mad ?' I cried.