human
Why, Miss Ashe! Blue Bonnet, dear--what is all this about? What is the matter? Can I help you?
gpt
I just wanted my mother--for a minute, she said slowly.
human
Sometimes I need her so--want her--nobody knows how much! I suppose girls never do get used to being without a mother, do they, Mrs. White--no matter how kind and dear one's friends and relatives may be?
gpt
Couldn't you tell me what the trouble is? Perhaps I could help you?
human
Did you know, she said after a moment,
gpt
Oh, were you--were you? Blue Bonnet cried, her own sorrow for the moment forgotten in another's grief.
human
It must have been awful to give her up--awful! I'm so sorry.
gpt
Did I ever show you this? It's my mother. I got it last year on my sixteenth birthday. I love it better than anything in the world.
human
It is a lovely face, she said, handing it back.
gpt
A lovely face--_better_ than lovely--womanly. One feels the spirit back of it. When you are lonely again, think what a gift such a mother has been. What a privilege to follow in her footsteps--carry out her hopes of you--her ideals.