Chapter 17
During the Thirties there was a book on baby care, widely read and faithfully followed by many parents. According to the gospel of the author, the baby was not to be fed throughout the night and all demands were to be of some orange juice. It proved to be a futile exercise. The pacified by giving it a little water with the addition perhaps little darlings refused to be duped by this blatant trickery. Their shrill protests continued with a tenacity astonishing in such small creatures.
Not being naturally inclined to pay much attention to any instructions verbal or written, I was all for producing another bottle, but met with strong opposition. My hus band, refusing to give in, spent hours circling the bedposts to the accompaniment of lullabies with little or no result. The stru
