Also he tears his hair. I have seen the pieces.

I said to my nurse: "The mention of his umbrella seems to agitate
your father." She turned quite pale. "It does," she said. "I hope
you haven't mentioned it." I said that I had merely asked for
information. "And did you get it?" asked she. I said that I had--
since it was apparent that one has to carry an umbrella if one
wishes to have it handy to jump upon. She didn't laugh at all, and
looked so withdrawn that it was quite plain I need expect no
elucidation from her.

I had to dismiss the subject altogether. But, later on, Li Ho (who
appears to partially approve of me) gave a curious side light on the
matter. At night as he was tucking me up safely (the sofa is
slippery), he said, "Honorable Boss got hole in head-top. Sun velly
bad. Umblella keep him off."

"But he carries it at night, too," I objected.

Li Ho wagged his parchment head. "Keep moon off all same. Moon muchy
more bad. Full moon find urn hole. Make Honorable Boss much klasy."

Remarkably lucid explanation--don't you think so? The "hole in head
top" is evidently Li Ho's picturesque figure for "mental vacuum."
Therefore I gather that our yellow brother suspects his honorable
boss of being weak-headed, a condition aggravated by the direct rays
of the sun and especially by the full moon. He may be right--though
the old man seems harmless enough. "Childlike and bland" describes
him usually. Though there are times when he looks at me with those
pale eyes--and I wish that I were not quite so helpless! He dislikes