The Whistling Mother
I have the greatest mother on earth. I can't call her a "little mother," for she's five feet six inches tall, and weighs just exactly what she ought to according to the table of weights. If she were a trifle less active she might put on too much flesh, but she'll never keep still long enough for that. I always enjoy having her along on any kind of an outing, for she's game for just anything, and awfully good company, too.
A short story by a twentieth century American writer Grace Smith Richmond.
A short story by a twentieth century American writer Grace Smith Richmond.
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