I'm going to find my mother! I had given up ever finding her, Bill; and I've been so lonesome--you don't know how lonesome I've been!" "I used to have a mother," said Bill, "in London.

Next time I'm there I'll stay sober for a day and have a look about for her.

You never have but about one mother, do you, Jake?
A mother is a great thing--when she ain't in drink." "I wish I could have Mr.Wisner with me when I get to Southport," I said.

"He'd help me.

He is such a Christian man!" "Wal," said Bill, "I ain't as sure about him as I am about mothers.