She was painted and powdered like the rest, and her face looked drawn and pale over her scarlet gown.

As I pronounced the name I always called my mother, I seem to remember that her expression changed from the wild and reckless look I was becoming used to, to something like what I had always seen in my mother's eyes.
"Who you driving for, Johnny ?" she asked.
"Captain Sproule," said I."Where is he ?" For on looking about I saw that there was no one there but this woman and myself.
"He'll be back after a while," said she.

"Poor young one! Come with me and get a good sleep." I was numb with sleep, and staggered when I stood up; and she put her arm around me as we moved toward the door, where we were met by two men, canallers or sailors, by their looks, who stopped her with drunken greetings.
"Ketchin' em young, Sally," said one of them.

"Wot will the world come to, Jack, when younkers like this get a-goin'?
Drop the baby, Sally, and come along o' me!" The woman looked at him a moment steadily.
"Let me go," said she; "I don't want anything to do with you." "Don't, eh ?" said he.

"Git away, Bub, an' let your betters have way." I clung closer to her side, and looked at him rather defiantly.