“How old are you?” “Sixteen. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. The books slid from her arms and fluttered to the floor.
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