You're my mamma, my new mamma.

Don't you know my ol' mamma's dorn away, never to turn back any more?
I don't live wid my ol' mamma now.

I live wid you and Papa." "How long have you been here ?" asked Mrs.Tretherick snappishly.
"I fink it's free days," said Carry reflectively.
"You think! Don't you know ?" sneered Mrs.Tretherick.

"Then, where did you come from ?" Carry's lip began to work under this sharp cross-examination.

With a great effort and a small gulp, she got the better of it, and answered: "Papa, Papa fetched me--from Miss Simmons--from Sacramento, last week." "Last week! You said three days just now," returned Mrs.Tretherick with severe deliberation.
"I mean a monf," said Carry, now utterly adrift in sheer helplessness and confusion.
"Do you know what you are talking about ?" demanded Mrs.Tretherick shrilly, restraining an impulse to shake the little figure before her and precipitate the truth by specific gravity.
But the flaming red head here suddenly disappeared in the folds of Mrs.
Tretherick's dress, as if it were trying to extinguish itself forever.
"There now--stop that sniffling," said Mrs.Tretherick, extricating her dress from the moist embraces of the child and feeling exceedingly uncomfortable.