confidence in me, of course.... Taught Winkles.... Scarcely allowed in

the nursery.... Something had to be done.... Slipped in while the nurse

was at breakfast ... got at the bottle."

"But he'll grow," said Mr. Bensington.

He's growing. Twenty-seven ounces last week.... You should hear

Winkles. It's management, he said."

Dear me! That's what Skinner says!"

Redwood looked at the chick again. "The bother is to keep it up," he

said. "They won't trust me in the nursery alone, because I tried to get

a growth curve out of Georgina Phyllis--you know--and how I'm to give

him a second dose--"

"Need you?"

He's been crying two days--can't get on with his ordinary food again,

anyhow. He wants some more now."

Tell Winkles."

Hang Winkles!" said Redwood.

You might get at Winkles and give him powders to give the child--"

The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth