"It was mine.

I went away by myself." Beyond shifting her gaze to the child the lady paid no attention to this remark.
"What do you think her mother 'll say when she sees that dress ?" she asked.
It was Emily's best gown, the finest of the new "rig out" prepared by Miss Taylor.

The girl and Captain Cy gazed ruefully at the rents and pitch stains made by the vines and pine trees.
"Well, you see," replied the abashed captain, "the fact is, she ain't got any mother." "Oh! I beg your pardon.

And hers, too, poor dear.

Well, if I were you I shouldn't go to sleep next time I took her walking.