He was monkeyish.

That is the best description I can give of him.
He hated me from the first.

And I quickly learned to be afraid of him and his malicious pranks.

Whenever he came in sight I crept close to my mother and clung to her.

But I was growing older all the time, and it was inevitable that I should from time to time stray from her, and stray farther and farther.