She loved Gwen deeply, even too deeply to see any faults, and so in
her blind love, she of course, could never correct these defects that
she could not see, and that made the pretty child exceedingly
unattractive.
Her composition was a good example of what a silly child, with an even
sillier mother could do, in the way of original work, for surely the
essay was _original_.
Gwen pranced up onto the platform, made a graceful little bow, and
then, nodding to the class she said: "This really, truly happened!
E'hem!
"The Ostrich.
"The ostrich that I'm to tell about was in the Zoo in a big city where
I went once, and he must have been the biggest ostrich that anyone
ever saw.
"He was as big as a horse, and so he ought to have been called a
_hoss_trich.
"His feathers were all the colors that folks wear on their hats,--"
She paused to note what impression she was making, and a doubting small
boy, murmured;
"Oo--o--o!"
Gwen frowned, and commenced to read again.
"The ostrich didn't look much like the big white owl in a cage near
him, because the owl had bigger eyes.
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