Would you say now that was a good food for her?"
"You can rear a child," said the doctor, "whether it has the
whooping-cough or not, on pretty near anything, so long as you give it
enough of whatever it is you do give it."
"I'm glad to bear you say that," said Meldon; "for my wife has a notion
that food ought to be weighed out by ounces, so that the child wouldn't
get too much at a time."
"Did she get that out of a book?"
"She did--a little book with a pink cover on it. Do you know it?"
"I do not; but if I were you I'd burn it."
"I did," said Meldon. "I burned it before it was a week in the house.
If I hadn't been a good-tempered man, I'd have burned the baby along with
it. She spent the whole of four nights crying, and that was before she
got the whooping-cough, so there was no excuse for her."
"It was hunger ailed her then," said the doctor.
"It was," said Meldon. "I found that out afterwards, for she stopped
crying as soon as ever she got enough to eat. If I'd allowed her to be
brought up on the principles laid down in that book her temper would have
been ruined for life, and she'd have been a nuisance to every one she
came across.
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