Explore "The Child" by Jerome K. Jerome on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
It is nice and quiet and it talks prettily.
We have come across real infants now and then in the course of visits to married friends; they have been brought to us from outlying parts of the house and introduced to us for our edification; and we have found them gritty and sticky. Their boots have usually been muddy, and they have wiped them up against our new trousers. And their hair has suggested the idea that they have been standing on their heads in the dust-bin.