His English cousin would have no liberty to call for anything.

In fact, it is very doubtful if he would be brought to table at all; and if there, bread and milk or oatmeal and milk would form his meal.
By this time I do not doubt our baby has your heartiest pity, and you are saying, "What! no snacks?
no cooky nor cake nor candy?
no running to aunt or grandmother or tender-hearted cook for goodies?
If that must be so, half the pleasure of childhood is lost." Perhaps; but suppose that with that pleasure some other things are also lost.

Suppose our baby to have begun life with a nervous, irritable, sensitive organization, keenly alive to pain, and this hard regimen to have covered these nerves with firm flesh, and filled the veins with clean, healthy blood.

Suppose headache is unknown, and loss of appetite, and a bad taste in the mouth, and all the evils we know so well; and that work and play are easy, and food of the simplest eaten with solid satisfaction.

The child would choose the pleasant taste, and let health go, naturally; for a child has small reason, and life must be ordered for it.