How to get rid of it later is not so easy to figure out.

Had the child been born with a "clubfoot" these same parents would have spent their last dollar in an effort to straighten it into natural condition.

They could see the unshapely foot day by day with their own eyes--and so could their neighbors.

But the fear-warped little brain struggling for courage with which to combat its weakness needs must battle alone with chances largely against it.
The mere thought of what is in store for this little one as it stumbles along from one period to another, fearful of this, and fearful of that, is disconcerting to say the least.

We can almost trace our friend "Second Fiddle" directly back to such a childhood.