A fine child she is by all accounts." "She was a fine child," said Meldon, "until she got the whooping-cough.
Since then she's been wakeful at night .-- By the way, doctor, what do you think is the proper way to feed a child that has the whooping-cough?
At the present time she's living chiefly on a kind of yellow drink made up out of a powdery stuff out of a tin which tastes like biscuits when it's dry.

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.