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Updated: June 29, 2025
The phrase, "mothery like" was almost too much for the girl who had never had a mother to remember and wanted one now as she never had wanted one in her life. Ted's kindness the first she had received from any one these many days touched her deeply. For the first time in months the tears brimmed up into her eyes as she followed her companion to the cab and let him help her in.
Then King added a refrain, and in a moment they had all joined hands and were dancing round Mrs. Maynard and singing: "Hooray, hooray, for our mother fair! Hooray, hooray, for the flower in her hair! All over the hills and far away, There's no one so sweet as Mothery May!" Being accustomed to boisterous adulation from her children, Mrs.
But he had been thinking so much of her since that day. Rose Arbuthnot. Such a pretty name. And such a pretty creature mild, milky, mothery in the best sense; the best sense being that she wasn't his mother and couldn't have been if she had tried, for parents were the only things impossible to have younger than oneself. Also, he was passing so near.
After a pause she said, "I did remember that yesterday morning; and knowing that you'd be frightfully dumpy oh, mummy! you know you never are cheerful I thought I'd have a spree on my own account. So I tell you what I did, mothery." Lady Jane looked with absolute fear into Irene's face. After a time her eyes slowly welled up with tears. "I can't imagine what I have done," she said.
"Which do you care more for, dearie?" "Mothery, that's just what bothers me I'm getting to like Delight better and better. And that doesn't seem fair to Gladys, for she's my old friend, and I wouldn't be unloyal to her for anything. So you see, I don't know which I like best." "Well, Marjorie, I'll tell you. In the first place, you mustn't take it so seriously.
"Well, if you are a-stoppin' at Sir Littleeared Bighead's, you escape the flight by night, and go to bed and think of homeland natur'. Next mornin', or rather next noon, down to breakfast. Oh, it's awfully stupid! That second nap in the mornin' always fuddles the head, and makes it as mothery as ryled cyder grounds.
I don't want to think that these merry companions of yours are making you really boisterous." "They are, though," said King. "I like the Craigs and Hester Corey, but they sure are the noisy bunch!" "Oh, King, not quite so much slang!" "No, Mother, we won't get gay! We'll try to please you every way! But we're feeling rather spry to-day! So please excuse us, Mothery May!"
After two or three attempts they were able to sing it correctly, and they stowed it away in their memory as one of their favorite songs, and at intervals throughout the day their young voices filled the air with these sentiments: "Very happy the Maynards are; Taking a tour in their motor car Gaily to Grandma's lickety-split Marjorie, Rosamond, Kingdon, and Kit Mothery, fathery, also along, Gaily we sing our motor car song!
"Yes, I am better," replied the little girl. "But who is this grand lady you are introducing me to?" "This is my mother Lady Jane." "I never knew anybody called 'Lady' before." "Well, my mother is Lady Jane Lady Jane Ashleigh." Little Agnes held out a timid hand. "How do you do, dear? I hope you have got over the fatigue of your journey." "Oh, yes, mothery, she is quite well now.
I have although you never seem to remember it, you naughty little Irene a great many expenses." "Yes, but you are rich, and I am your only child. I want Hughie, just because he is Agnes's brother, to be a gentleman. Agnes's brother can't be a counter-jumper, can he, mothery?" "What a horrid expression! Where did you learn it, Irene?"
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