He was as obstinate as his chin could make him.
With his blue eyes still cautiously upon his nurse's shadow he raised himself very softly, his fat hand pressed against the wall, his mouth tightly closed, and from between his teeth there issued the most distant relation of that sound that the traditional ostler makes when he is cleaning down a horse.

His knees quivered, straightened; he was up.

Far away in the long, long distance were piled the toys that yesterday's birthday had given him.

They did not, as yet, mean anything to him at all.

One day, perhaps when he had torn the dolls limb from limb, twisted the railways until they stood end upon end in sheer horror, disembowelled the bears and golliwogs so that they screamed again, he might have some personal feeling for them.