I don't think I ever saw Sylvia's mother after she was Sylvia's age." "I don't think you did.

She was away at school a good many years.

Sylvia is the picture of her mother.

It's a striking likeness; but their natures are wholly different." He was very grave, and the despondency that he had begun to throw off settled upon him again.
"Andrew, who was Sylvia's father?
I never asked you that question before, and maybe I oughtn't to ask it now; but I've often wondered.

Let me see, what was your daughter's name ?" "Edna." "Just what happened to Edna, Andrew ?" she persisted.
Kelton rose and paced the floor.