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Joe’s window, standing in the area that sur-
rounded the house. The laths of the blind
were some of them open, and between them
we saw distinctly all over the room.

At first we could not understand the strange
sight that met our gaze.

In the middle of Joe’s room was a table,
spread with a cloth, and on it saucers from
flower-pots, placed at intervals down each side;
before each saucer a chair was placed, and in
the centre of the table a high basket, from
which a Stilton cheese had been unpacked
that morning, — this was evidently to represent
a tall épergne. On Joe’s wash-stand were
several bottles, a jug, and by each flower-pot
saucer two vessels of some kind—by one,
two jam-pots of different sizes; by another, a
broken specimen glass and a teacup—and so
on; and from chair to chair moved J oe, softly
but quickly, on tiptoe, now with bottles which
contained water. We could see his lips move,
and concluded he was saying something to
imaginary persons, for he would put a jam-
pot on his tray, and pour into it from the
bottle, and then replace it. Sometimes he