" "Yes, you have," Mae shook her head decidedly at Edith. "She may
be a cruel mother. I know you all think she's like the old woman
who lived in a shoe, and that she whips her children and sends them
supperless to bed, and gives them a stone for bread, but she's the
mother of all of us, notwithstanding."
"What a dreadful mixture of Mother Goose and Holy Bible," exclaimed
Eric, laughingly, while Mae cooled off, and Mrs. Jerrold stared
amazedly, wondering how to take this tirade. She concluded at last that
it would be better to let it pass as one of Mae's extravagances, so she
ended the conversation by saying: "I hope, Eric, you will wait for your
sister, if you see her alone, at church. It is not the thing for her to
go by herself."
"No," added Albert, "we shall have to buy a chain for you soon."
"If you do," said Mae quietly, "I'll slip it." And not another prayer
did she say that night.
CHAPTER VII.
It was the first day of Carnival. The determination to enjoy herself
was so strong in Mae, that her face fairly shone with her "good time
coming.
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