It is wiser so.' 'Now, mother,' I cried; 'will you have the kindness not to talk any nonsense?
Everything belongs to you; and so, I hope, your children do.
And you, in turn, belong to us; as you have proved ever since--oh, ever since we can remember.

Why do you make Annie cry so?
You ought to know better than that.' Mother upon this went over all the things she had done before; how many times I know not; neither does it matter.

Only she seemed to enjoy it more, every time of doing it.

And then she said she was an old fool; and Annie (like a thorough girl) pulled her one grey hair out..