Perhaps the rattle had nipped his toes.

He did not know, but he would cry because that eased his feelings.
That morning there came with his grandmother and mother a silly young woman who had, it was supposed, a great way with babies.

"I adore babies," she said.

"We understand one another in the most wonderful way." Henry Fitzgeorge looked at her as she leaned over the cot and made faces at him.

"Goo-goo-gum-goo," she cried.
"What is all this ?" he asked his Friend.