And then, oh, my! such a fuss and fizz and splutter! Well, it's that way with Father and Mother.

It'll be lots easier to take them separate, I know.

For now I can be Mary six months, then Marie six months, and not try to be them both all at once, with maybe only five minutes between them.
And I think I shall love both Father and Mother better separate, too.
Of course I love Mother, and I know I'd just adore Father if he'd let me--he's so tall and fine and splendid, when he's out among folks.
All the girls are simply crazy over him.

And I am, too.

Only, at home--well, it's so hard to be Mary always.