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All the blondes and brunettes of Centre Town and Upper Town and Sandy Hill, all the "tony" Post Office clerks, all the young, flourishing, embryo and genuine lawyers, doctors, engineers, rich lumber merchants, and civil servants, ad infinitum were there. What a gay picture! What an interesting sight! Who would not love Ottawa for its self-made gouty papas and its fat, airy, comfortable mamas?
I'd 'a' had to went to my own cousins' fun'el 'thout nare co'set. Y' all gotta go right to y' all's mamas an' Miss Minerva dis very minute. I low dey'll settle yo' hashes. Don't y' all know dat Larroes ketch meddlers?" Mrs. Hamilton and Mrs. Black were sitting on Miss Minerva's veranda talking to her, and Lira and Frances were in the swing with Billy.
It isn't pretty, but it won't hurt them, any more than a peck of chocolates and, tolu or no tolu, in all the world there isn't anything dearer than young American girls. They are so fluffy and bossy and sweet, and they do make the darlingest mamas." Jane waited for some comment from me.
"Because it is her Mama," said a child who had just brought two more rocks to put on the chimney. "Oh," said Bessie Bell. That lady who was the little girl's Mama looked much as all the ladies looked. "Are all Ladies Mamas?" asked Bessie Bell. She hoped the child who had brought the two rocks would not laugh, for Bessie Bell knew she would cry if she did. The little girl did not laugh at all.
"Yes, I do," agreed Frances, "you can have so much fun when our mamas go to the Aid. My mama's gone too, so she left me with Brother and he's writing a love letter to Ruth Shelton, so I slipped off." "Mother has gone to the Aid, too," said Lina. "My mama too," chimed in Jimmy, "she goes to the Aid every Monday and to card parties nearly all the time.
Trains were running regularly up to Kimberley and ordinary citizens were travelling up and down. It seemed the war was forgotten. To me, who had been living in the head and front of a big army for seven months, all these old signs of peace and a quiet life seemed strange enough. There were some children going up with their papas and mamas.
Doctor Bairam wished the baronet success, and diligently endeavoured to assist his search for a mate worthy of the pure-blood barb, by putting several mamas, whom he visited, on the alert. Away with Systems! Away with a corrupt World! Let us breathe the air of the Enchanted Island. Golden lie the meadows: golden run the streams; red gold is on the pine-stems.
Another time a lady passed by the cabin where Bessie Bell stood leaning against the little fluted white post of the gallery, and said: "Good morning, Bessie Bell. I am Alice's Mama." That made things so simple, thought Bessie Bell. This lady was a Mama. And she was Alice's Mama. Bessie Bell wished that all would tell in that nice way at once whether they were Mamas or Just-Ladies.
Very often after that day she watched those who passed the cabin where she and Sister Helen Vincula lived, and wondered which were Mamas And which were Ladies. There was no rule of old or young by which Bessie Bell could tell. Nor was it as one could tell Sisters from Just-Ladies by a way of dress.
Bessie Bell wondered how they could have done that, those little girls. But she saw, and was so glad to see, that this lady was very wise, and that she understood all the things that little girls wonder about. But though there was a difference, a very great difference, between Mamas and Ladies it was very hard to tell unless you asked. One day a large fat lady took Bessie Bell on her lap.
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