But I want to make no excuses, mother; and there is nothing the matter with me.

Tell me what you mean about the wolves." "My child," said her mother, whose face she was kissing, while they both went on with talking, "it is no good trying to get over me.

Either you have something on your mind, or you have not--which is it ?" "Mother, what can I have on my mind?
I have never hurt any one, and never mean to do it.

Every one is kind to me, and everybody likes me, and of course I like them all again.

And I always have plenty to do, in and out, as you take very good care, dear mother.