'From YOUR point of view, dear mamma,' said Myra, sweetly." "Old curmudgeon!" remarked Garth.

"Why are people of that sort allowed to be called 'mothers'?
We, who have had tender, perfect mothers, would like to make it law that the other kind should always be called 'she-parents,' or 'female progenitors,' or any other descriptive title, but not profane the sacred name of mother!" Jane was silent.

She knew the beautiful story of Garth's boyhood with his widowed mother.

She knew his passionate adoration of her sainted memory.

She liked him best when she got a glimpse beneath the surface, and did not wish to check his mood by reminding him that she herself had never even lisped that name.
Garth rose from his chair and stretched his slim figure in the slanting sun-rays, much as Myra had done.