It's carryin' me right off my feet sometimes.

I don't know how to stand it all, an' yet I wouldn't have it no other way for nothin'." Tom could not explain, but he did something a great deal better; for the first time since he ceased being a baby and his mother began to tire of him, he acted affectionately to the woman who was leaning upon him.

He put his strong arm around her, and repeated the single word "Mother" often and earnestly.

As for Mrs.Kimper, no further explanation seemed necessary.
After mother and son had become entirely in accord, through methods which only Heaven and mothers understand, Mrs.Kimper began to make preparations for the family's mid-day meal.

While she worked, her daughter Jane appeared, and threw cold water upon a warm affectional glow by announcing,-- "I'm fired." "What do you mean, child ?" asked her mother.
"Just what I say.