"I see what you mean, Mother, and somehow, talking here with you, it all seems true enough. But when we get away from you, and off with the boys and girls, these things seem different. Were you always noble when you were little, Mother?"
"No, Kingdon dear, I wasn't always. But my mother tried her best to teach me to be,—so don't you think I ought to try to teach you?"
"Sure, Mothery! And you bet we'll do our bestest to try to learn. Hey, Mops?"
"Yes, indeedy! I want to do things right, but I seem to forget just when I ought to remember."
"Well, when you forget, come home and tell Mother all about it, and we'll take a fresh start. You're pretty fairly, tolerably, moderately good children after all! Only I want you to grow a little speck better each day."
"And we will!" shouted King and Marjorie together.