In a couple of generations there'll be no more of me here in London.

Yet there's my younger brother; he's bigger and better developed.

You see, dad and we children held together, and that accounts for it." "But I don't see," I objected.

"I should think, under such conditions, that the vitality should decrease and the younger children be born weaker and weaker." "Not when they hold together," he replied.

"Whenever you come along in the East End and see a child of from eight to twelve, good-sized, well- developed, and healthy-looking, just you ask and you will find that it is the youngest in the family, or at least is one of the younger.