She's asked me ever so many times if I hadn't heard from him again.

And she always looks so sort of funny when I say no--sort of glad and sorry together, all in one.
But, then, Mother's queer in lots of ways now.

For instance: One week ago she gave me a perfectly lovely box of chocolates--a whole two-pound box all at once; and I've never had more than a half-pound at once before.

But just as I was thinking how for once I was going to have a real feast, and all I wanted to eat--what do you think she told me?
She said I could have three pieces, and only three pieces a day; and not one little tiny one more.

And when I asked her why she gave me such a big box for, then, if that was all I could have, she said it was to teach me self-discipline.