I suppose it was just as well, because the thing did take colic--or something--about one o'clock.

It didn't kick or stiffen out, so I knew that, according to Morgan, it wasn't crying for temper; and it wasn't hungry and no pins were sticking in it.

It screamed till it was black in the face; I got up and heated water and put the hot-water bottle on its stomach, and it howled worse than ever and drew up its poor wee thin legs.

I was afraid I had burnt it but I don't believe I did.

Then I walked the floor with it although 'Morgan on Infants' says that should never be done.