. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . 86 CHAPTER TWELFTH. FATHER AUTON . 90 POSTSCRIPT . ....... 97 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. CHAPTER FIRST. AUTON-BABYHOOD. Y name is C. Anton, a, boy-baby. Theyblew in my face to keep me alive. Myparents had so many children that myadvent troubled nobody but my motherand Doctor Posset. I struggled with existence in theusual senseless manner. The first liq-uid I ever swallowed was a spoonful oftepid lay on Miss Betsey Arnolds lap for hours, so poor and weak ashardly to be able to keep together. The whole lookout of life wa
. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . 86 CHAPTER TWELFTH. FATHER AUTON . 90 POSTSCRIPT . ....... 97 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. CHAPTER FIRST. AUTON-BABYHOOD. Y name is C. Anton, a, boy-baby. Theyblew in my face to keep me alive. Myparents had so many children that myadvent troubled nobody but my motherand Doctor Posset. I struggled with existence in theusual senseless manner. The first liq-uid I ever swallowed was a spoonful oftepid lay on Miss Betsey Arnolds lap for hours, so poor and weak ashardly to be able to keep together. The whole lookout of life wassad and unnatural. I had no idea I should be such a fool, and wasashamed to be unable to hold up my head. I found, also, to mychagrin, that Miss Betseys supporting hand behind my ears wasnecessary to keep me from tumbling together into a little eyes got constantly crossed looking at Miss Betseys gold spec-tacles, and I was continually trying to see how wide I could stretchmy mouth, and what new grimaces I could make at invisible 10 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. When I did this in my sleep Miss Betsey said it was the wind in mystomach. My poor little knees were dreadfully red and mottled,and when I lay on my back they came way up over my head. Imade frequent attempts to stick my finger through that softspot between the sutures on the top of my cranium. People whosaw my little finger-nail pronounced it the smallest on Miss Betsey and I were alone I inspected my digits to dis-cover what there was so awful cunning about them. When theparson came to see me nurse asked him if I was not a ki conscientious man, I am told, got over the difficulty by saying,u Well, he is a baby. When I was sufficiently cohesive to bear pin-ning, I passed my time driveling over Miss Betseys finger, andrepeating the inane expression • a-goo ! Grown folks know little about the real trouble of being for balls and dressing for dinners is nothing to t
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