"Teething," replied Mrs. Thornton, sadly, as she sat down.
"Oh, that's too bad," said Mrs. Tweedie, sympathetically.
"Yes, I'm all worn out, and I can't find a thing for the poor child to eat that agrees with him."
"What have you tried?" Miss Sawyer asked, wishing to show some interest, though she knew nothing of babies or their food.
"Everything," replied the perplexed mother. "Last week my husband brought home from town a dozen samples of prepared foods; we have tried them all, but baby's stomach is still in a wretched condition."
"Samples," sniffed Mrs. Stout, contemptuously. "Have you tried cow's milk?"
"The idea!" the ladies exclaimed, indignantly.
"Oh, I know it ain't fashionable," Mrs. Stout retorted, "but I've learned from experience that cow's milk comes next to the best thing for babies."
"Pardon me, ladies," said Mrs. Tweedie, "but I must call your attention to the fact that, admitting at the same time the necessity for babies, our club is still nameless. Mrs. Thornton, what name do you suggest?"