She's such a child.

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and no mother to hold the reins." "Doctor Dick, would you consider it impertinent if--if I laid my hands on the reins--just now and then ?" He whirled round, his eyes shining with gratitude.
"Impertinent! I should be illimitably thankful! You can see how things are--I am compelled to be out all my time, my wife hardly ever leaves her own rooms, and Molly and the house affairs just get along as best they can." "Then," said Sara, smiling, "I shall put my finger in the pie.

I've--I've no one to look after now, since Uncle Patrick died," she added.