As to Cyril--Billy declared that Cyril was learning something every day of his life now.
"Oh, yes, he's learning things," she said to Aunt Hannah, one morning; "lots of things.

For instance: he has his breakfast now, not when he wants it, but when the maid wants to give it to him--which is precisely at eight o'clock every morning.

So he's learning punctuality.

And for the first time in his life he has discovered the astounding fact that there are several things more important in the world than is the special piece of music he happens to be composing--chiefly the twins' bath, the twins' nap, the twins' airing, and the twins' colic." Aunt Hannah laughed, though she frowned, too.
"But, surely, Billy, with two nurses and the maids, Cyril doesn't have to--to--" She came to a helpless pause.
"Oh, no," laughed Billy; "Cyril doesn't have to really attend to any of those things--though I have seen each of the nurses, at different times, unhesitatingly thrust a twin into his arms and bid him hold the child till she comes back.

But it's this way.