She was a good mother, all the same.
Mrs. W.
Couldn't cook at all. Your father only kept alive by eating at the neighbors occasionally—and as for sewing and mending, you children went in rags till your Aunt Sary came to live with you.
Warner
Mother thought a heap of us, though. I remember how she cried because I wouldn't go to school and went into the grocery business. And she cried a lot more when I married you. I couldn't understand her—then....
Mrs. W.
Humph! She'd been shut up fast enough if your father hadn't been the softest-hearted man alive.
Warner
Maybe the boy does take after her, but he's worse'n she ever was.
Mrs. W.