when you were hungry, you began to cry, because you could not speak. you were seven months without teeth, always sucking. but after you got one, you began to gnaw a crust of bread. it was not long before another came pop. at ten months you had four pretty white teeth, and you used to bite me. poor mamma! still i did not cry, because i am not a child, but you hurt me very much. so i said to papa, it is time the little girl should eat. she is not naughty, yet she hurts me. i have given her a crust of bread, and i must look for some other milk.