And look here, our mother!" She peeped into the basket.
"Now, those are fine ones!" she exclaimed.
"And there's over two pounds--isn't there over two pounds"?
She tried the basket.
"Yes," she answered doubtfully.
Then Paul fished out a little spray.

He always brought her one spray, the best he could find.
"Pretty!" she said, in a curious tone, of a woman accepting a love-token.
The boy walked all day, went miles and miles, rather than own himself beaten and come home to her empty-handed.

She never realised this, whilst he was young.

She was a woman who waited for her children to grow up.

And William occupied her chiefly.
But when William went to Nottingham, and was not so much at home, the mother made a companion of Paul.