No, he hasn't cried a bit, and I know all about babies; I've often nursed Mrs Simpkins's daughter's baby when she brings it up on Sundays.
They have bread and milk to eat.

You take him, Alice, and I'll go and get some bread and milk for him.' Alice took the noble brat.

It was horribly lively, and squirmed about in her arms, and wanted to crawl on the floor.

She could only keep it quiet by saying things to it a boy would be ashamed even to think of saying, such as 'Goo goo', and 'Did ums was', and 'Ickle ducksums, then'.
When Alice used these expressions the Baby laughed and chuckled and replied-- 'Daddadda', 'Bababa', or 'Glueglue'.
But if Alice stopped her remarks for an instant the thing screwed its face up as if it was going to cry, but she never gave it time to begin.
It was a rummy little animal.
Then Dora came back with the bread and milk, and they fed the noble infant.

It was greedy and slobbery, but all three girls seemed unable to keep their eyes and hands off it.