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Show Maligning Mother. Mrs. Brennan's ten children had gathered at the old home for the first time in years. She surveyed the group proudly. From Capt. Tom of 35 to Mary of 11, she believed they were iqually dear to her. "Mother loves all of us," said little Mary, meditatively, "but she loves Tom best because he's oldest." Mrs. Brennan protested that she cared for all alike, then appealed to her second son. "Dick, you grew up with Tom, and can judge better than Mary. Did I ever treat him better than you?" "Only in one way, mother," said the big fellow, a twinkle in his eye. "On cold nights you used to come in and pull the covers off me onto Tom." Youth's Companion. |