IdidnotintendtoprosecuteJim，hewasnotworthit，butI
shouldhavethoroughlyenjoyeddragginghimoutofthatwagonandsilencinghimbyprimitivemethods。Myangerhadnotcooledtoanyextent。Hedidnotspeaktomeagain，thoughIheardhimmutteringasthecartmovedoff。IremainedwhereIwasuntilIsawitturnintotheLowerRoad。ThenIoncemorestartedforhome。
Iwasverymuchannoyedanddisturbed。EvidentlythissortofthinghadbeengoingonforsometimeandIhadjustdiscoveredit。
Itplacedmeinamiserablelight。WhenColtonhaddeclared，ashehadinbothourinterviews，thattheLanewasanuisanceIhadloftilydeniedtheassertion。Nowthoseidiotsinthevillageweredoingtheirbesttoprovemealiar。IshouldhaveexpectedsuchbehaviorfromHalletandhisfriends，butforCaptainDeantotacitlyapprovetheirconductwasunexpectedandprovoking。Well，Ihadmademypositionplain，atallevents。ButIknewthatTimwoulddistortmywordsandthattheideaofmy"standingin"withtheColtons，whileprofessingindependence，wouldberevived。I
wasdestinedtobedetestedandmisunderstoodbybothsides。Yes，DorindawasrightinsayingthatImightfindsittingonthefenceuncomfortable。Itwasallofthat。
Ienteredthegroveandwasstridingon，headdown，busywiththeseandsimilarreflections，whensomeonesaid："Goodmorning，Mr。
Paine。"
Istoppedshort，cameoutofthedaydreaminwhichIhadbeengivingCaptainJedmyopinionofhisfollowers’behavior，lookedup，andsawMissColtoninthepathbeforeme。
Shewasdressedinwhite，alight，simplesummergown。Herstrawhatwassimplealso，expensivesimplicitydoubtless，butwithoutatraceofthehorticulturalexhibitswithwhichOlindaCahoon，ourDenboromilliner，waswonttodeckthecreationsshepreparedforcustomers。MatildaDeanwouldhavesniffedatthehatandgown；
theywerenotnearlyaselaborateasthoseNellie，herdaughter，woreonSundays。ButMatildaorNellieattheirgrandestcouldnothaveappearedaswelldressedasthisgirl，nomatterwhatshewore。Justnowshelooked，asLuteorDorindamighthavesaid，"asifshecameoutofabandbox。"
"Goodmorning，"shesaid，again。Shewasperfectlyself—possessed。
RemembranceofourtransitofMullet’scranberrybrookdidnotseemtoembarrassherintheleast。NellieDeanwouldhavegiggledandblushed，butshedidnot。
_I_wasembarrassed，Iadmitit，butIhadsufficientpresenceofmindtoremovemyhat。
"Goodmorning，"saidI。ThereflashedthroughmymindthethoughtthatifshehadbeeninthatgroveforanylengthoftimeshemusthaveoverheardmylivelyinterviewwithKendrickandTimHallet。I
wonderedifshehad。
Hernextremarksettledthatquestion。
"Isuppose，"shesaid，soberly，butwiththesametwinkleinhereyewhichIhadobservedonceortwiceinherfather’s，"thatI
shouldapologizeforbeinghere，onyourproperty，Mr。Paine。I
judgethatyoudon’tliketrespassers。"
IwasmorenettledatZebandhiscrowdthanever。"Soyousawthatperformance，"Isaid。"I’msorry。"
"Isawalittleofit，andI’mafraidIheardtherest。IwaswalkingherebythebluffandIcouldnothelpseeingandhearing。"
"Humph！Well，Ihopeyouunderstand，MissColton，thatIdidnotknow，untiljustnow，thissortofthingwasgoingon。"
Shesmiled。"Oh，Iunderstandthat，"shesaid。"Youmadethatquiteplain。Eventhosepeopleinthewagonunderstoodit，I
shouldimagine。"
"Ihopetheydid。"
"Ididnotknowyoucouldbesofierce，Mr。Paine。Ihadnotexpectedit。Youalmostfrightenedme。Youweresovery——well，mildandlong—sufferingontheotheroccasionswhenwemet。"
"Iamnotalwayssomild，MissColton。However，ifIhadknownyouwerewithinhearingImightnothavebeenquitesoemphatic。"
"ThenIamgladyoudidn’tknow。Ithinkthoseruffiansweretreatedastheydeserved。"
"Nothalfastheydeserved。IshallwatchfromnowonandifthereareanymoreattemptsatannoyingyouoryourpeopleIshalldomorethantalk。"
"Thankyou。Theyhavebeentroublesome——oflate。Iamsureweareverymuchobligedtoyou，allofus。"
"Notatall。"
"Ohyes，weare。Notonlyforthis，butfor——alltherest。Foryourhelptheothernightespecially；Iwanttothankyouforthat。"
"Itwasnothing，"Ianswered，awkwardly。
"Nothing！Youarenotverycomplimentary，Mr。Paine。"
"Imean——thatis，I——"
"Youmayconsiderrescuingshipwreckedyoungladies，afloatandashore，nothing——perhapsyoudoitsooftenthatitisoflittleconsequencetoyou；butIamnotsomodest。Iestimatemysafetyasworthsomething，evenifyoudonot。"
"Ididnotmeanthat，ofcourse，MissColton。YouknowIdidnot。
Imeantthat——thatwhatIdidwasnomorethananyoneelsewouldhavedoneunderthesamecircumstances。Youwereinnodanger；youwouldhavebeensafeenoughevenifIhadnothappenedalong。
Pleasedon’tsayanythingmoreaboutit。"
"Verywell。ButIamverygladyouhappenedalong，nevertheless。
Youseemtohavethefacultyofhappeningalongjustattherighttime。"
Thissoundedlikeareferencetotheepisodeinthebay，andIdidnotcaretodiscussthat。
"You——Ibelieveyourfathersaidyouwerenotillafteryourexperience，"Iobservedhastily。
"Notintheleast，thankyou。Andyou？"
"Oh，Iwasallright。Ratherwet，butIdidnotmindthat。Isailandfishagooddeal，andwater，freshorsalt，doesn’ttroubleme。"
Thiswasanunluckyremark，foritleddirectlytothesubjectI
wastryingtoavoid。
"SoIshouldimagine，"sheanswered。"AndthatremindsmethatI
oweyouanotherdebtofthanksforhelpingme——helpingusoutofourdifficultyintheboat。Iamobligedtoyouforthatalso。
EventhoughwhatyousavedwasNOTworthfivedollars。"
Ilookedupatherquickly。Shewasbitingherlipsandtherewasasmileatthecornersofhermouth。Icouldnotanswerimmediatelyforthelifeofme。IwouldhavegivensomethingifI
hadnottoldColtonofVictor’smessageandmyreply。
"Yourfathermisrepresentedmymeaning，I’mafraid，"Istammered。
"IwasangrywhenIsentthatmessage。Itwasnotintendedtoincludeyou。"
"Thankyou。Fatherseemedinclinedtoagreewithyourestimate——
partofit，atleast。Heisverymuchinterestedinyou，Mr。
Paine。"
"Yes，"Ianswered，dryly。"Icanunderstandthat。"
Hersmilebrokeintoarippleoflaughter。
"Youarequitedistinctive，inyourway，"shesaid。"Youmaynotbeawareofit，butIhaveneverknownfathertobesodisturbedandpuzzledaboutanyoneasheisaboutyou。"
"Indeed？"
"Yes，heis，indeed。"
"IamsorrythatIamthecauseofsomuchmentalstrain。"
"No，youarenot。FromwhatIhavelearnedaboutyou，fromhim，I
thinkyouenjoyit。Youmust。Itisgreatfun。"
"Fun！Well，perhaps。Doesyour——doesMrs。Coltonfinditfunny？"
Shehesitated。"Well，"sheanswered，moreslowly，"tobeperfectlyfrank——Ipresumethatiswhatyouwantmetobe——IthinkMotherblamesyousomewhat。Sheisnotwell，Mr。Paine，andthisLaneofyoursisherpetbugbearjustnow。She——liketherestofus——
cannotunderstandwhyyouwillnotsell，and，becauseyouwillnot，sheisrather——rather——"
"Isee。I’mnotsurethatIblameher。IpresumeshehasblamedmefortheseoutrageousdisturbancesintheLanesuchasyouhavejustwitnessed。"
Shehesitatedagain。"Whyyes，"shesaid，moreslowlystill；"alittle，Ithink。Sheisnotwell，asIsaid，andshemayhavethoughtyouwere，ifnotinstigatingthem，atleastawareofwhatwasgoingon。ButIamsurefatherdoesnotthinkso。"
"Butyou，MissColton；didyoubelievemeresponsibleforthem？"
"No。"
"Whynot？"
"Because，fromwhatIhaveseenofyou，youdidnotseemtomelikethatkindofaman。Youkeptyourtemperthatdayintheboat，thoughyouhadagoodreasonforlosingit。Allthis，"withagesturetowardtheLane，"theshoutingandnoiseandpettyinsults，wassolittleandmeanandcommon。Ididnotbelieveyouwouldpermitit，ifyouknew。And，fromwhatIhavelearnedaboutyou，I
wassureyouwouldnot。"
"Fromwhatyoulearnedaboutme？Fromyourfather？"
"No。"
"Thenfromwhom，pray？"
"Fromyourfriends。FromthatMr。TaylorandMissDeanandtheothers。Theyspokeofyousohighly，andofyourmotherandyourcareofher。Theydescribedyouasagentleman，andnogentlemanwouldcountenanceTHAT。"
IwassoastonishedthatIblurtedoutmynextquestionwithoutthinking。
"YouwerespeakingtothemaboutME？"Icried。
Hermannerchanged。PossiblyshethoughtIwaspresumingonourchanceacquaintance，orthatshemadeamistakeinadmittingevenacasualinterest；Imightconsiderthatinteresttobereal，insteadofmerelyperfunctory。Atanyrate，Inoticedadifferenceinhertone。Itwasasifshehadsuddenlywithdrawnbehindthefencewhichmarkedtheborderofoursocialline。
"Oh，"shesaid，carelessly，"Ididnotcross—question，ofcourse。
Puzzlesarealwaysinteresting，moreorless。Andapuzzlewhichperplexedmyfatherwascertainlyunique。SoIwasatriflecurious，that’sall。"
Icametoearthwithathud。
"Isee，"Isaid，curtly。"Well，IpresumeIshouldthankmyfriendsforthetestimonialstomycharacter。AndIpromiseyouthatyoushallnotbeannoyedagain。Goodmorning，MissColton。"
Iwasturningawaywhenshespokemyname。
"Mr。Paine，"shesaid。
"Yes，MissColton。"
"IhavenotexplainedwhyIwashere，onyourland，thismorning。"
"Thatisallright。Youarequitewelcometobehereatanytime。"
"Thankyou。ItoldyouIwaswalkingbythebluff；thatistrue，butitisn’tthewholetruth。Iwastryingtomustercouragetocallonyourmother。"
Ilookedatherinamazement。
"CallonMother！"Irepeated。
"Yes，Ihaveheardagreatdealaboutyourmother，andnothingexcepttheverybest。IthinkIshouldliketoknowher。DoyouthinkshewouldconsidermepresumingandintrusiveifIdidcall？"
"Why，MissColton，I——"
"Pleasebefrankaboutit，Mr。Paine。Andpleasebelievethatmycallwouldnotbefromidlecuriosity。Ishouldliketoknowher。
Ofcourse，ifthisdisagreementaboutthelandmakesadifference，ifshefeelsresentfultowardus，Iwillnotthinkofsuchathing。
Doesshe？Whydoyousmile？Iaminearnest。"
"Ididnotmeantosmile，MissColton。TheideaofMother’sfeelingresentmenttowardanyoneseemedabsurdtome，thatwasall。"
"ThenmayIcallonher？"
"Certainly。Thatis，if——ifyouthinkitwise。Ifyourmother——"
"Oh，Motherhaslongagogivenuptryingtosolveme。Iamagreaterpuzzletoherthanyouseemtobetoeveryone，Mr。Paine。
Ihavespokentomyfatheraboutitandheisquitewilling。Hisdifferencewithyouispurelyabusinessone，asyouknow。"
Someofthe"business"hadbeenoddlyconducted，butIdidnotraisethepoint。Icouldnotreasonjustthen。Thatthisspoiled，city—breddaughterof"BigJim"Coltonshouldwishtoknowmymotherwasbeyondreasoning。
Shesaidgoodmorningandweparted。Iwalkedhome，rackingmybrainstofindtheanswertothisnewconundrum。Itwasawhimonherpart，ofcourse，inspiredbysomethingGeorgeorNelliehadtoldher。Ididnotknowwhethertoresentthewhimornot，whethertobeangryorindifferent。IfsheintendedtoinspectMotherasapossibleobjectoffuturecharityIshouldbeangryandthefirstcallwouldbethelast。ButMotherherselfwouldsettleallquestionsofcharity；Iknewthat。Andthegirlhadnotspokeninapatronizingway。Shehaddeclaredthatidlecuriosityhadnopartinherwish。Sheseemedinearnest。WhatwouldMothersaywhenItoldher？
LutewasjustcomingthroughthegateasIapproachedit。Hewasinhighgoodhumor。
"I’mgoin’upstreet，"hedeclared。"Anythingyouwantmetofetchyoufromthestore，Ros？"
Ilookedatmywatch。Itwasonlyeleveno’clock。
"Upstreet？"Irepeated。"Ithoughtyouwereslatedtowashwindowsthisforenoon。IheardDorindagiveyouyourorderstothateffect。Youhaven’tfinishedwashingthemalready？"
"No，"withabroadgrin，"Iain’tfinished’em。Factis，Iain’tbegun’emyet。"
"So！DoesDorindaknowthatyouaregoingupstreet？"
"Um—hm。Sheknows。Anyhow，sheknowsI’mgoin’somewheres。Shetoldmetogoherself。"
"Shedid！Why？"
"Don’taskME。Iwasallreadytowashthewindows；hadthebucketpumpedfullandeverything。ButwhenIcomeintothedinin’—roomshesungouttoknowwhatIwasdoin’withallthatwateronhercleanfloor。’Why，Dorindy！’Isays，’I’ma—goin’towashthemwindowssame’syoutoldmeto。’’No，youain’t，’saysshe。’ButwhatwillIdo？’saysI。’Idon’tcare，’saysshe。’Clearoutofhere，that’sall。’’Butwhere’llIclearoutto？’Iwantedtoknow。’Idon’tcare！’shesnapsagain，savageasasettin’hen，’solong’syouclearoutofmysight。’SohereIbe。Don’taskmewhyshechangedhermind：_I_don’tknow。Nothin’youwanttothestore？"
"No。"
"Say，Ros，youknowwhatIthink？"
"Farbeitfrommetopresumetoguessyourthoughts，Lute。"
"Well，Ithinkthisisastrangeworldandthestrangestthinginitisawoman。Younevercantellwhatthey’lldotenminutesatastretch。I——"
"Allright，Lute。I’llheartherestofthephilosophylater。"
"Philosophyornot，it’sthelivin’truth。Andwhenyou’reasoldasIbeyou’llknowit。"
Iwentinthroughthedining—room，steeringclearofDorinda，whoscarcelylookedupfromherfloorscrubbing。
"Mother，"saidI，enteringthedarkenedbedroom，"IjustmettheColtongirlandwhatdoyousupposeshetoldme？"
"Thatshewasverygratefultoyouforcomingtoherrescuetheothernight。"
"That，ofcourse。Butshetoldmesomethingelse。Shesaidshewascomingtocallonyou。OnYOU，Mother！"
Idon’tknowwhatanswerIexpected。Iflungtheannouncementlikeabombshellandwasreadyforalmostanysortofexplosionatall。
"Didshe？"observedMother，placidly。"Iamveryglad。IhavenodoubtIshalllikeher。"
MynextremarkhadnothingtodowithMissColton。
"Well，byGeorge！"Iexclaimed，withemphasis。"LuteISaphilosopher，afterall。Itakeoffmyhattohim。"
CHAPTERXI
ImetMabelColtonseveraltimesduringthefollowingweek。Once，attheplacewhereIhadmetherbefore，inthegrovebytheedgeofthebluff，andagainwalkinguptheLaneincompanywithherfather。OncealsoontheLowerRoad，thoughthatcouldscarcelybecalledameeting，forIwasafootandsheandherfatherandmotherwereintheautomobile。
Onlyatthemeetinginthegrovewerewordsexchangedbetweenus。
Shebowedpleasantlyandcommentedonthewonderfulview。
"Iamtrespassingagain，yousee，"shesaid。"Takingadvantageofyourgood—nature，Mr。Paine。ThisspotisthemostattractiveI
havefoundinDenboro。"
Iobservedthattheviewfromherverandasmustbealmostthesame。
"Almost，butnotquite，"shesaid。"Thesepinesshutofftheinletbelow，andallthelittlefishingboats。Oneofthemisyours，I
suppose。Which？"
"Thatismylaunchthere，"Ireplied，pointing。
"Thelittlewhiteone？Youbuiltityourself，IthinkFathersaid。"
"Hewasmistaken，ifhesaidthat。Iamnotcleverenoughtobuildaboat，MissColton。IboughttheComfort，second—hand。"
Idon’tknowwhyIaddedthe"second—hand。"ProbablybecauseIhadnotyetfreedmymindfromthebitterness——yes，andenvy——whichthesightofthisgirlandherpeoplealwaysbroughtwithit。ItiscomparativelyeasytobefreefromenvyifoneiswhatGeorgeTaylortermeda"never—was"；fora"hasbeen"itisharder。
Theboat’snamewastheonlyportionofmyremarkwhichattractedherattention。
"TheComfort？"sherepeated。"Thatisajollynameforapleasureboat。"
"Itismymother’sname，"Ianswered。
"Isit？Why，Iremembernow。MissDeantoldme。Ibegyourpardon，Mr。Paine。Itisaprettyname，atallevents。"
"Thankyou。"
"ImusthavemisunderstoodFather。Iwassurehesaidthatboatbuildingwasyourbusiness。"
"No。Hesawmeoverhaulingtheengine，andperhapsthatgavehimtheimpressionthatIwasabuilder。ItoldhimIwasnot，butnodoubtheforgot。Ihavenobusiness，MissColton。"
Ithinkshewassurprised。Sheglancedatmecuriouslyandherlipsopenedasiftoaskanotherquestion。Shedidnotaskithowever，and，exceptforacasualremarkortwoabouttheviewandthebluenessofthewaterinthebay，shesaidnothingmore。I
ratherexpectedshewouldrefertoherintentionofcallingonMother，butshedidnotmentionthesubject。Iinferredthatshehadthoughtbetterofherwhim。
Ontheotheroccasionswhenwemetshemerelybowed。"BigJim"
noddedcarelessly。Mrs。Colton，fromherseatintheauto，noddedalso，thoughhermajesticbowcouldscarcelybetermedanod。Itwasmoreliketheacknowledgment，byaqueeninherchariot，oftheapplaudingcitizenonthesidewalk。Shesawme，andshedeignedtoletmeknowthatIwasseen，thatwasall。
ButwhenIinferredthatherdaughterhadforgotten，orhaddecidednottomakethecallatourhouse，Imisjudgedtheyounglady。I
returned，oneafternoon，fromacruiseupanddownthebayintheComfort，tofindoursmallestablishment——theRogersportionofit，atleast——inahighstateofexcitement。LuteandDorindawereinthekitchenandbeforeIreachedthebackdoor，whichwasopen，I
heardtheirvoicesinanimateddiscussion。
"Whywouldn’tIsayit，Dorinda？"pleadedLute。"Youcan’tblamemenone。ThereIwas，withmysleevesrolledupandjustsettin’
inthechair，restin’myarmsajiffyandthinkin’whichwindowI’dwashnext，whentherecomethatknockatthedoor。ThinksI，’It’sAsaPeters’daughter’syoung—onepeddlin’clams。’That’swhatcometomymindfust。Thatideepoppedrightintomyhead，itdid。"
"Foundplentyofroomwhenitgotthere，Ical’late，"snappedDorinda。"Musthavefeltlonesome。"
"That’sit！keeponpitchin’intome。Iswantoman！sometimesI
getsodiscouragedandworeoutandreckless——hello！here’sRos。
Youaskhimnow！Ros，she’slayin’intomebecauseIdidn’tunderstandwhat——"
"Roscoe，"brokeinhiswife，"Ineverwasmoremortifiedinallmyborndays。He——"
"Letmetellyouallaboutit，Ros。Iwenttothedoor——thinkin’
’twasapeddler，youknow；hadthisoldsuiton，allsloshedupwithsoapsudsandwater，andawetraginmyhand；andthereshestood，styledupliketheQueenofSheby。Well，sir！I’llleaveittoyouif’tain’tenoughtosurpriseanybody。HER！comin’HERE！"
"Thatwan’tanyreasonwhyyoushouldbehavelikeanaturalborn——"
"Holdon！youletmefinishtellin’Roscoe。’Goodafternoon，’saysshe。’IsMrs。Painein？’Saiditjustlikethat，shedid。IwassoflusteredupfromthesightofherthatIdidn’tsenseitrightoffandIsays，’Whatma’am？’’IsMrs。Painein？’saysshe。’In？’
saysI——"
"Justlikeapollparrot，"interjectedDorinda。
"Areyougoin’toletmetellthisorain’tyou？’In？’saysI；
hadn’tsensedityet，yousee。’IsMrs。Painetohome？’shesays。
Nowyourma，Ros，ain’tneverbeennowhereselseBUThomesencelandknowswhen，soIsupposedshemustmeansomebodyelse。’Who？’
saysI，again。’Mrs。ComfortPaine，’saysshe。Sheraisedhervoicealittle；guessedIwasdeef，probably。"
"Ifshe’dguessedyouwasdumbshewouldn’thavebeenfuroff，"
commentedDorinda。Ihadnotseenhersodisturbedformanyaday。
Herhusbanddisdainedtonoticethisinterruption。
"’Mrs。ComfortPaine，’saysshe，"hecontinued。"’Sheisin？AndIsays’In？’"
"No，youdidn’t。Yousaid，’Inwhere？’Andshehadallshecoulddotokeepfromlaughin’。IseeherfaceasIgottothedoor，andit’samercyIgottherewhenIdid。Landknowswhatyou’dhavesaidnext！"
"But，Dorindy，ItellyouIthought——"
"YOUthought！IknowwhatSHEmusthavethought。Thatshe’dmadeamistakeandrunafoulofanasylumforthefeeble—minded。"
"Umph！IshouldhaveGOTfeeble—mindedifI’dhadanymoreofthatkindoftalk。WhatmadeheraskifasickwomanlikeComfortwas’in’and’tohome’？Couldn’tbenowhereselse，couldshe？"
"Rubbish！shemeantcouldMrs。Paineseefolks，that’sall。"
"See’em！Howyoutalk！Sheain’tblind。"
"Oh，mysoulandbody！Shewastryin’toaskifshemightmakeacallonComfort。"
"Wellthen，whydidn’tsheaskit；’steadofwantin’toknowifshewasin？"
"That’sthehigh—tonedwayTOask，andyou’doughttohaveknownit。"
"Humph！Dotell！Well，Iain’ttony，myself。Don’thavenochancetobeinthishouse。Nothin’butwork，work，work！tongue，tongue，tongue！formearoundhere。I’mdisgusted，that’swhatI
am。"
"YOU’REdisgusted！Whatabout，me？"
IhadlistenedtoasmuchofthislittledomesticdisagreementasI
caredtohear。
"Waitaminute，"Isaid。"Whatisallthis？WhohasbeenheretoseeMother？"
Bothansweredatonce。
"ThatColtongirl，"criedLute。
"ThatMabelColton，"saidDorinda。
"MissColton？Shehasbeenhere？thisafternoon。"
"Um—hm，"Dorindanoddedemphatically。"Shestayedinyourma’sroom’mostanhour。"
"’Twasfifty—threeminutes，"declaredLute。"Itimedherbytheclock。"Andshefetchedagreat，bigbouquet。Comfortsaysshe——"
Iwaitedtohearnomore，butwentintoMother’sroom。Thelittlebedchamberwasfragrantwiththeperfumeofflowers。AclusterofbigJacqueminotrosesdroopedtheirvelvetypetaledheadsoverthesidesoftheblueandwhitepitcheronthebureau。MotherlovedflowersandIfrequentlybroughthertheoldfashionedposiesfromDorinda’slittlegardenorwildblossomsfromthewoodsandfields。
Butrosessuchasthesewerebeyondmyreachnow—a—days。Theygrewingreenhouses，notinthegardensofcountrypeople。
MotherdidnotmoveasIenteredandIthoughtshewasasleep。ButasIbentovertherosessheturnedonthepillowandspoke。
"Aren’ttheybeautiful，Roscoe？"shesaid。
"Yes，"Ianswered。"Theyarebeautiful。"
"Doyouknowwhobroughtthemtome？"
"Yes，Mother。Lutetoldme。"