Babyhood . xcept as the ice was brokenin the neighboring river, the dailyfood consisting of bread, cheese, andvegetable soup, with milk for thebabies, and at rare intervals a bit ofmeat. This is no fancy such a winter came to that BABYHOOD. 199 home, and at its beginning deathclaimed the husband and father andthe eight-month-old baby. Six dol-lars a month for each of the twobaby boarders was the amount of thepoor womans income. Anotherbaby was taken at its birth to in-crease this income, but the poor lit-tle thing lived but a week. Do youwonder that out of nine childrenwhich this w
Babyhood . xcept as the ice was brokenin the neighboring river, the dailyfood consisting of bread, cheese, andvegetable soup, with milk for thebabies, and at rare intervals a bit ofmeat. This is no fancy such a winter came to that BABYHOOD. 199 home, and at its beginning deathclaimed the husband and father andthe eight-month-old baby. Six dol-lars a month for each of the twobaby boarders was the amount of thepoor womans income. Anotherbaby was taken at its birth to in-crease this income, but the poor lit-tle thing lived but a week. Do youwonder that out of nine childrenwhich this woman had taken fromthe city, but two lived to return? O the pity of it all! That in oneof the most highly civilized nationsof the world there should exist sucha state of morals that the natural re-lations of mothers are so distorted;one class of mothers in ignoranceand wickedness giving up their holyduties, and thus forcing another class,in their denser ignorance, to put asidetheir obligations ! G. W. W. THE MOTHERS PARLIAMENT. An imaginary I was interested in theBump. article on The Imagi-nation in Aid of Nursery Discipline in your May number, and I havefollowed the suggestion about thepink and yellow whines withgreat success. My little girl of two and a halfwill stand with wide-open mouthwaiting for them all to be picked outand thrown out of the window. Herimagination is her favorite play-thing, although she is not given toromancing and telling imaginarytales, as some children are. I wouldbe glad if some one would help medefine the mental process she wentthrough a few days ago. Observinga red spot like a mosquito bite onher forehead, the following conversa-tion took place: •Baby, whats the matter withyour forehead? I got a littlebump in it. How did you bumpit? Well (in a deliberate, matter-of-fact tone), e< I climbed up on thefence to watch the boys play ball;and my leg slipped, and then myhead slipped— Here she was interrupted and didnot finish the tale; but the r
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