It's mine." "What nonsense!" "No, it's true," Mrs.Adams lamented.

"I tried to bring him up to be good, God knows; and when he was little he was the best boy I ever saw.
When he came from Sunday-school he'd always run to me and we'd go over the lesson together; and he let me come in his room at night to hear his prayers almost until he was sixteen.

Most boys won't do that with their mothers--not nearly that long.

I tried so hard to bring him up right--but if anything's gone wrong it's my fault." "How could it be?
You've just said----" "It's because I didn't make your father this--this new step earlier.
Then Walter might have had all the advantages that other----" "Oh, mama, PLEASE!" Alice begged her.

"Let's don't go over all that again.