But Avice is—er—my dear, she is like her mother in more ways than one.
Give your heart up to it, as a little child led by its mother's hand!
You were our only child; named Artaminta, in remembrance of my mother.
The young man stared at his mother until he had mastered her meaning.
"You're carryin' on the same way yourself," ventured his mother.
"I'll put on the teakettle at once, Robert," said his mother, rising.
So you see, mother, we needn't go to the poorhouse just yet.
If my mother could have guessed that he was to be set over me, I had never come here.
The mother's heart was touched, and she forgot all her forebodings.
"I'll take another piece of fish, mother," said Robert, passing his plate.