giant who was intrusted to her care. Jurgis, who knew nothing about the agelong and everlasting hypocrisy of woman, would take the bait and grin with delight; and then he would hold his finger in front of little Antanas’ eyes, and move it this way and that, and laugh with glee to see the baby follow it. There is no pet quite so fascinating as a baby; he would look into Jurgis’ face with such uncanny seriousness, and Jurgis would start and cry: “Palauk! Look, Muma, he knows his papa! He does, he does! Tu mano szirdele, the little rascal!”