O you blessed comfort!" Her mother cried a bit too; she enjoyed this daughter more than either of her older children, and missed her more.

A mother loves all her children, naturally; but a mother is also a person--and may, without sin, have personal preferences.
She took hold of Diantha's tangled mass of papers with the eagerness of a questing hound.
"You've got all the bills, of course," she demanded, with her anxious rising inflection.
"Every one," said the girl.

"You taught me that much.

What puzzles me is to make things balance.

I'm making more than I thought in some lines, and less in others, and I can't make it come out straight." "It won't, altogether, till the end of the year I dare say," said Mrs.
Bell, "but let's get clear as far as we can.