five
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Sometimes Nana let him jump on the bed , which was fun , because if you sat down exactly right it would bounce you up on your feet again , and if you said `` Ah '' for a long time while you jumped you got a very pleasing broken vocal effect . He loved to take a big cane from the hat-rack and go around hitting chairs and tables with it and saying : `` Fight , fight , fight . '' When there were people there the old ladies would cluck at him , which interested him , and the young ladies would try to kiss him , which he submitted to with mild boredom . And when the long day was done at five o'clock he would go upstairs with Nana and be fed on oatmeal and nice soft mushy foods with a spoon . There were no troublesome memories in his childish sleep ; no token came to him of his brave days at college , of the glittering years when he flustered the hearts of many girls . There were only the white , safe walls of his crib and Nana and a man who came to see him sometimes , and a great big orange ball that Nana pointed at just before his twilight bed hour and called `` sun . '' When the sun went his eyes were sleepy -- there were no dreams , no dreams to haunt him .