You can always talk to me as much as ever you like about your own mamma." "She doesn't remember her one bit," said Arthur, contemptuously.
"Oh, yes I do," cried Letitia.

"She was very pretty, and always wore such beautiful gowns." Again there was a silence, and then Christian said, "I think, if the children do not dislike it, that as they always called Mrs.
Grey 'mamma,' they had better call me 'mother.' It is a pleasanter word than step-mother.

And I hope to make myself a real mother to them before very long." "I know you will," answered Dr.Grey, in a smothered voice, as he set down little Oliver, and, kissing the children all round, bade nurse carry them off to bed once more--nurse, who, standing apart, with her great black eyes had already taken the measure of the new wife, of the children's future, and of the chances of her own authority.

Not the smallest portion of this decision originated in the fact that Christian, wholly preoccupied as she was, quitted it without taking any notice of her--Phillis--at all.
Dr.Grey preceded his wife to a room, which, in the long labyrinth of apartments, seemed almost a quarter of a mile away.

A large fire burnt on the old-fashioned hearth, and glimmered cheerily on the white toilet- table, crimson sofa, and bed.