Sometimes I think it is my fault; I was born in a severer age.

A mother nowadays seems to be a sort of elder sister.

In my day she was something more.

Yet I loved my mother as well, or better than I did my sisters.

But it is not so with those I have borne in my bosom, and nursed upon my knee." At this Rose flung herself, sobbing and screaming, at her mother's knees.