. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . o have some kind of a mother, butthen there were only seven boys who hadmy mother for their mother. One of thefew things left to me, nowadays, whichgives me unalloyed satisfaction, is the factthat I had my mother for a mother. If Ihad some other boys mother, knowing thegood things that I do about my own mother,I shouldnt have been contented. Some-how she seemed different from Ed Gouldsmother, for instance (the boy who bit thecaterpillar in two), and yet,-1 presume, inmany respects, she was much the same asthe ordinary run of mothers. We bo
. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . o have some kind of a mother, butthen there were only seven boys who hadmy mother for their mother. One of thefew things left to me, nowadays, whichgives me unalloyed satisfaction, is the factthat I had my mother for a mother. If Ihad some other boys mother, knowing thegood things that I do about my own mother,I shouldnt have been contented. Some-how she seemed different from Ed Gouldsmother, for instance (the boy who bit thecaterpillar in two), and yet,-1 presume, inmany respects, she was much the same asthe ordinary run of mothers. We boys al-ways knew what Mother Auton would do on certain was no cheating about her. When she said, • I 11 see, weknew just as well that we should have what we were begging herfor, as if she had actually said, • Yes, my dear, you may have we had fever turns, the touch of her cool, soft hands on ourbrows was better than any spirits of nitre that Dr. Possett gave usto bring down the pulse; and when we snuggled up to her motherly. OUR MOTHER AUTOX. 67 bosom, we slept more sweetly than on any other pillow. In laterlife, how puzzled grandfather would have been, to span her portlywaist with his two hands, as he used to do so easily when she wasbut eighteen! and to look into her sweet blue eyes no one woulddetect the hidden snap which lay there, and which manifesteditself, too, when we tried her patience beyond a certain she spanked us she lost her breath, the blows were so shortand rapid, and, dear soul ! the punishment injured her more than itdid us, for we went off to our corners saying, Didnt hurt usany ! while she wras pale with excitement and exhausted from herencounter. Old-fashioned and dignified, delightful in conversation,and loved by everybody, elegant in her manners and an angel insickness, my mother Anton was a jewel and a love. Our grandfather was a prominent Federalist in the State, and afterthe War of 1812 became its Governor, and his
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