The Incubator kids swings like they was on a pivot, and piles in after him.
"The incubator has not done all that it should have done," I said.
Label one of the tubes "Control" and place it in the incubator at 18° C.
He must have been an incubator baby, or else been found under a cabbage-leaf.
However, we're counting our chickens a long while before the incubator's opened.