I think it must have been the morning of the next day when the nurse who
had attended me in my confinement came to see how I was going along.
I told her of the dimness of my sight and the aching of my eyeballs,
whereupon she held up her hands and cried:
"There now! What did I tell you? Didn't I say it is _after_ a lady feels
it?"
The moral of her prediction was that, being in a delicate state of
health, and having "let myself low" before baby was born, it was my duty
to wean her immediately.