Kindness was a reproach and love was a censure.

Some one tapped at the door.
"Come in." Mrs.Witherspoon entered.

"I just wanted to see if you were comfortable," she said, seating herself in a rocking-chair.
"So much so that I am tempted to rebel against it," he answered.
She smiled sadly.

"There are so many things that I wanted to say to you, dear, but I haven't had a chance, somehow." Her eyes were tear-stricken and her voice trembled.

"It isn't possible that you could know what a mother's love is, my son." "I _didn't_ know, but you have taught me." "No, not yet; but I will--if you'll let me." "If I'll let you ?" He looked at her in surprise.
"Yes, if you will bear with me.