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Alice Sit-By-The-Fire

Creator: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937
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COSMO. 'Mother--mother--' When she has come to: 'Are you better now?' ALICE. 'He is my son, and he is in uniform.' COSMO, aware that allowances must be made, 'Yes, I know.' ALICE. 'Are you glad to see your mother, Cosmo?' COSMO. 'Rather! Will you have some tea?' ALICE. 'No, no, I feel I can do nothing for the rest of my life but hug my glorious boy.' COSMO. 'Of course, I have my work.' ALICE. 'His work! Do the officers love you, Cosmo?' COSMO, degraded, 'Love me! I should think not.' ALICE. 'I should like to ask them all to come and stay with us.' COSMO, appalled, 'Great Scott, mother, you can't do things like that.' ALICE. 'Can't I? Are you very studious, Cosmo?'
Poor Relations

POOR RELATIONS BY HONORE DE BALZAC INTRODUCTION _La Cousine Bette_ was perhaps the last really great thing that Balzac did--for _Le Cousin Pons_, which now follows it, was actually written before--and it is beyond all question one of the very greatest of his works. It was written at the highest possible pressure, and (contrary to the author's more usual system) in parts, without even seeing a proof, for the _Constitutionnel_ in the autumn, winter, and early spring of 1846-47, before his departure from Vierzschovnia, the object being to secure a certain sum of ready money to clear off indebtedness. And it has been sometimes asserted that this labor, coming on the top of many years of scarcely less hard works, was
COSMO, neatly, 'My favourite authors are William Shakespeare and William Milton. They are grand, don't you think?' ALICE. 'I'm only a woman, you see; and I'm afraid they sometimes bore me, especially William Milton.' COSMO, with relief, 'Do they? Me, too.' ALICE, on the verge of tears again, 'But not half so much as I bore my baby.' COSMO, anxious to help her, 'What did you do to her?' ALICE, appealingly, 'I couldn't help wanting to hold her in my arms, could I, Cosmo?' COSMO, full of consideration, 'No, of course you couldn't.' He reflects. 'How did you take hold of her?' ALICE. 'I suppose in some clumsy way.' COSMO. 'Not like this, was it?' ALICE, gloomily, 'I dare say.' COSMO. 'You should have done it this way.'