And Mrs.Rexford sat down.

Her mind had been unconsciously relieved from the exercise of great dignity by the fact that the stranger did not appear to notice her daughters, apparently assuming that they were only children.
"It is _real_ kind of you, ma'am, to be so kind to me.

I don't think _any_ lady has seemed so kind to me since I saw my own mother last." He looked pensively at the stove.
"Your mother lives in the United States, I suppose." He shook his head sadly.

"In heaven now." "Ah!" said Mrs.Rexford; and then in a minute, "I am glad to see that you feel her loss, I am sure." Here she got half off her chair to poke the damper of the stove.

"There is no loss so great as the loss of a mother." "No, and I _always_ feel her loss most when I am tired and hungry; because, when I was a little chap, you know, it was always when I was tired and hungry that I went home and found her just sitting there, quite natural, waiting for me." Blue and Red looked at the cupboard.