So here’s all the love that a heart can hold
To my darling Daughter, far away
From your ownest, lovingest
Mothery May.”
“May is short for Maynard,” Marjorie explained to Miss Larkin. “We often call her Mothery May. It’s such a pretty name.”
“Yes, it is,” said Miss Larkin. “I didn’t know Helen could rhyme as well as that.”
“She learned it from Father,” said Kitty. “She told me so once. She says it isn’t poetry, it’s just jingle. But I love it all. We’re going to save all these letters and cards and things, and make a big scrap-book.”
“That will be fine,” said Miss Larkin. “Let’s begin it at once. I’ll help you.”
“All right; thank you,” said Kitty. “Now I’ll read mine.
“Kitty, Kitty, Kitty,