"Hot tea makes you cooler," was her theory.
"You don't look very tired," said the girl.

"Seems to me you get stronger all the time." "I do," said her mother.

"You don't realize, you can't realize, Diantha, what this means to me.

Of course to you I am an old woman, a back number--one has to feel so about one's mother.

I did when I married, and my mother then was five years younger than I am now." "I don't think you old, mother, not a bit of it.