Its face was very flushed and its eyes were moving under the half-closed lids.

Every now and again its lips were drawn back slightly, showing part of the gums; presently it began to whimper, drawing up its knees as if in pain.
'He seems to have something wrong with him,' said Easton.
'I think it's his teeth,' replied the mother.

'He's been very restless all day and he was awake nearly all last night.' 'P'r'aps he's hungry.' 'No, it can't be that.

He had the best part of an egg this morning and I've nursed him several times today.

And then at dinner-time he had a whole saucer full of fried potatoes with little bits of bacon in it.' Again the infant whimpered and twisted in its sleep, its lips drawn back showing the gums: its knees pressed closely to its body, the little fists clenched, and face flushed.