ougimes, regular bedtimes, regular bated at time, and it broke  to see urned out. t of ttern. S of all t to raise ttle girls. time at six, church on Sunday.

    But it was .

    For a start ting. Adeline  er, fists and feet flailing, yanking at er ongs. t  and merciless aggression, or Emmeline’s constant, ungrudging acceptance of it. For Emmeline, ter to stop tormenting aliated. Instead, sed for t rained doop. to raise a  Adeline. S, it made sense.

    t mealtimes, more often t, t be found. Emmeline adored eating, but ranslated itself into t be accommodated by t en, ty, fifty times a day, it struck, making urgent demands for food, and  departed and food became an irrelevance again. Emmeline’s plumpness ained by a pocket constantly full of bread and raisins, a portable feast t sake a bite from able only to repleniss before o loll by the fire or lie in a field somewhere.

    er e different. Adeline s for knees and elbo of otals. Meals  for ; like tual motion s, running on energy provided from some miraculous inner source. But t spins eternally is a myticed in ty plate   food off a plate, like normal children?

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    tion came to er. For once boto stay in t o