Of course you had your old mother follow you out here to the great open spaces, but the poor old thing has cracked under the strain of her hard life, see what I mean?
All her dear ones have been leaving the old nest and going out over the hills one by one-you were the last to go-and now she isn't quite right, see?
"You have a good home on the ranche for her, but she won't stay put.

She follows you around, and the only thing that keeps her quiet is mopping, so you humour her; you let her mop.

It's the only way.

But of course it makes you sad.

You look at her now, then go up and hug her the way you did yesterday; you try to get her to give up mopping, but she won't, so you let her go on.