Mothers can forgive anything!
I've neither beauty, money, nor rank, yet every foolish boy mistakes my frank interest for something warmer, and makes me miserable. It is my misfortune. Think of me what you will, but beware of me in time, for against my will I may do you harm.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.
Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.
I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy.
…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.