an't do that, it is
too high up in the clouds_.

_30th to 33d months._--He now often calls himself "Adolph," and
then speaks of himself in the third person. He frequently
confounds "I" and "you," and does not so consistently use the
first person for the second, and the reverse. The transition is
very gradually taking place to the correct use of the personal
pronoun. Instead of _my mamma_, he repeats often, when he is in
an affectionate mood, _your mamma_, _your mamma_.

Some new books are given to him. In the book of beetles there
are shown to him the party-colored and the gray, so-called
"sad," grave-digger (_necrophorus_). The latter now becomes
prominent in his plays. "Why is he called the sad?" I asked the
child yesterday. _Ah! because he has no children_, he answered,
sorrowfully. Probably he has at some time overheard this
sentence, which has no meaning for him, from a grown person.
Adult persons' ways of speaking are thus employed without an
understanding of them; pure verbal memory.

In the same way, he retains the names, in his new book, of
butterflies (few of them German) better than I do, however
crabbed and difficult they may be.

This (pure) memory for mere sounds or tones has become less
strong in the now four-year-old boy, who has more to do with
ideas and concepts, although his memory in other respects is
good.

In the thirty-seventh month he sang, quite correctly, airs he
had heard, and he could sing some songs to the piano, if they
were frequently repeated with him. His fancy for this soon
passed away, and these exercises ceased. On the other hand, he
tells stories a great deal and with pleasure. His pronunciation
is distinct, the construction of the sentences is mostly
correct, apart from errors acquired from his nurse. The
confounding of the first and second persons, the "I" and "you,"
or rather his use of the one for the other, has ceased, and the
child designates himself by _I_, others by _thou_ and _you_. Men
are ordinarily addressed by him with _thou_, as his father and
uncle are; women with _you_, as are even his mother and nurse.
This continues for a long time. The boy of four years counts
objects, with effort, up to six; numbers remain for a long time
merely empty words (pp. 165, 172). In the same way, he has, as
yet, but small