170 Bob Robinson’s Baby

“But will it eat worms?” asked Mrs. R.

“Eat worms! What possible reason could
it have for not eating worms?”

“Well, it might prefer .

“What could it possibly prefer to worms?
Does any rational being even look at any
other article of food when it can obtain
worms ?”

“ But I fancied—perhaps I’m silly—I had
an idea that possibly human beings might
not care for——”

“Pooh! No doubt human beings are
guilty of a good deal of foolishness; but I
think better of them than to believe that
they do not relish worms.”

So Bob Robinson busied himself, and
found several beautifully fat worms; and,
hopping into the nursery, placed them con-
veniently on the pillow close to the new
baby’s nose.

Presently he and Mrs. R. returned to the
window-sill to see how things were going
on.

“The worms are gone, you see,” he said
triumphantly.