Involuntarily it arouses a sort of hate in them--the look of scrutinizing curiosity, apart, and as it were studying, balancing them up.

Yet it is a look which comes into every child's eyes.

It is the reaction of the great voluntary plexus between the shoulders.

The mother is suddenly set apart, as an object of curiosity, coldly, sometimes dreamily, sometimes puzzled, sometimes mockingly observed.
Again, if a mother neglect her child, it cries, it weeps for her love and attention.

Its pitiful lament is one of the forms of compulsion from the upper center.