every side
all through life to such an extent that he has to walk very delicately
indeed if he would stay outside them and pay for their maintenance.
Cultured individuals do not, as a rule, neglect to teach their offspring
to read, and write, and say their prayers, and are apt to resent the
intrusion of an examining inspector into their homes; but it does
not much matter after all, and I daresay it is very good for us to be
worried; indeed, a philosopher of my acquaintance declares that people
who are not regularly and properly worried are never any good for
anything. In the eye of the law we are all sinners, and every man is
held to be guilty until he has proved that he is innocent.

Minora has seen so much of the babies that, after vainly trying to
get out of their way for several days, she thought it better to resign
herself, and make the best of it by regarding them as copy, and using
them to fill a chapter in her book. So she took to dogging their
footsteps wherever they went, attended their uprisings and their lyings
down, engaged them, if she could, in intelligent conversation, went with
them into the garden to study their ways when they were sleighing, drawn
by a big dog, and generally made their lives a burden to them. This went
on for three days, and then she settled down to write the result with
the Man of Wrath's typewriter, borrowed whenever her notes for any
chapter have reached the state of ripeness necessary for the process
she describes as "throwing into form." She writes everything with a
typewriter, even her private letters.

"Don't forget to put in something about a mother's knee," said Irais;
"you can't write effectively about children without that." "Oh, of
course I shall mention that," replied Minora.

"And pink toes," I added. "There are always toes, and they are never
anything but pink."

"I have that somewhere," said Minora, turning over her notes.

"But, after all, babies are not a German speciality," said Irais, "and I
don't quite see why you should bring them into a book of German travels.
Elizabeth's babies have each got the fashionable number of arms and
legs, and are exactly the same as English ones."

"Oh, but they can't be just the same, you know," said Minora, looking
worried. "It must make a difference living here in this place, and
eating such odd things, and never having a doctor, and never being ill.
Children who have never had measles and those things can't be quite the
sam