If it's true what you say that none of you have charm, though I'm sure I don't know what you mean by it, it's my blame, for your father was popular with everyone.

He used to laugh at me and my ambition, for, mind you, I was always ambitious, but his was kindly laughter.

Often and often when I've been sitting all dressed up at some dinner-party, like to yawn my head off with the dull talk, I've thought of the happy days when I helped in the shop and did my own washing--eh, I little thought I would ever live in a house where we never even know when it's washing day--and went to bed tired and happy, and fell asleep behind your father's broad back...." "Oh, Mother, don't cry.

It's beastly of me to discourage you when you've been the best of mothers to me.

I wish I had known my father better, and I do wish I could remember when we were all happy in the little house.
You've never been so very happy in The Towers, have you, Mother ?" "No, but I wouldn't leave it for the world.