Apron-Strings
Apron-Strings
A story for all mothers who have daughters and for all daughters who have mothers.
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-ee! Look-ee! That's Momsey's father!"
"Momsey's father!" It was the tousled chorister, and he plowed his way forward through the gathering choir before the hearth. "What're you talkin' about? Momsey's father wasn't a minister."
But the other was not to be gainsaid. "Yes, he was," he persisted; "and it's him."
"Aw, that's a Bishop,--or somethin'. There's Momsey's father." Beside the library door stood a small writing-desk. Atop it, in a wooden frame, was a photograph. This was now caught up, and went from hand to hand among the crowding boys. "That's him, and he's been dead twenty years."
"Let me see!" A shining tow-head wriggled up from under the arms of taller boys, and a freckled hand captured the picture. "Why, he looks like Momsey!"
The tousled songster seized the photograph in righteous anger. "Sure!" he cried, waving it in the face of the tow-headed boy; "you don't think she takes after her mother, do y'?"
A chorus of protests, all aimed at the tow-head, which
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A paean to mother love, rather daring by 1917 moral standards, but a little sappy. Susan Milo, a 45-year-old spinster dominated by her mother, tries to mother the world.
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