Ain't mothers sweet?
Mine is coming over to-morrow to see you and tell me how you are.
This round thing is a kiss for good-night.
"Your Jack" "Isn't that spoony?
You'd better hide your face, I think.

He's getting to be a regular mollycoddle, isn't he ?" jeered Joe, as the boys laughed, and then grew sober, seeing Jack's head buried in the bedclothes, after sending a pillow at his tormentor.
It nearly hit Mrs.Minot, coming in with her patient's tea on a tray, and at sight of her the guests hurriedly took leave, Joe nearly tumbling downstairs to escape from Frank, who would have followed, if his mother had not said quickly, "Stay, and tell me what is the matter." "Only teasing Jack a bit.

Don't be mad, old boy, Joe didn't mean any harm, and it _was_ rather soft, now wasn't it ?" asked Frank, trying to appease the wounded feelings of his brother.
"I charged you not to worry him.

Those boys were too much for the poor dear, and I ought not to have left him," said Mamma, as she vainly endeavored to find and caress the yellow head burrowed so far out of sight that nothing but one red ear was visible.
"He liked it, and we got on capitally till Joe roughed him about Jill.
Ah, Joe's getting it now! I thought Gus and Ed would do that little job for me," added Frank, running to the window as the sound of stifled cries and laughter reached him.
The red ear heard also, and Jack popped up his head to ask, with interest,-- "What are they doing to him ?" "Rolling him in the snow, and he's howling like fun." "Serves him right," muttered Jack, with a frown.

Then, as a wail arose suggestive of an unpleasant mixture of snow in the mouth and thumps on the back, he burst out laughing, and said, good-naturedly, "Go and stop them, Frank; I won't mind, only tell him it was a mean trick.