"Now," she cried, unfolding and inserting the first of them into the quivering hands"now, a shawl over my little mama's knees and we're fixed!"

"Mama's angel boy!

Th goslin is dyin' Because his Mama's dead Th gander is weepin'

"Mama's long letter gave me particular pleasure.

L. Now another two lines, thus *V, and thus *X. Now three lines, thus *N, now thus *H, now *F, Now like this *K, now *A, now *Y, now *Z, Now draw four lines, thus *W, now *M, now *E, Now make a ring *Olike Mama's ring, Now make a line

"Floy, did I ever see mama?" "No, darling; why?" "Did I ever see any kind face like mama's looking at me when I was a baby, Floy?"

It got up on top mama's house one time.

One man said, 'Young man, I would go by my mama's name if I were you.'

He makes no fuss about the job, He do'n't talk big or brave, He knows he's in ter fight and win, Or help fill up a grave; He ain't no "Mama's darlin'," but He does the best he can,

Again on mama's lap, and Brooke on papa's, both ample, we hurried, the bon père not averse to taking a wheel off the bridal party's motor-car.

Mama's name was Callie Wilks and papa's name was Freeman.

I was fourth to the oldest of mama's children.

Hunting, too, afforded a pleasurable and profitable pastime to the young when not engaged in the work of building houses, barns, and fences, and the boy of ten who could not pick off the head of a grouse or pheasant at thirty or forty yards was only fit to be "tied to mama's apron string."

"After mama's slavery husband didn't come back and she was living in Macon, she fell in love with another man and I was a picked-up baby.

My mama's and father's folks both were good to the colored folks.

"My mama's master was good as far as white folks generally be in slavery times.

Mama's mistress told her to hide her beads, the soldiers would take them.

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R71138, 6Dec50, Peter Cooper Hitt (NK) MAMA'S BOY, a farce comedy in one act by Margaret Echard.

Mama's little girl.

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"Do you know that to-night ended my happiness?" Mama's lips parted delicately; her eyes widened; her swift Celtic spirit encompassed his grief.

Nothing but her large, active, and perhaps interfering benevolence and Mama's winning and inexplicable charm held the two together, and the very slightness of their relationship placed them under peculiar obligations to each other.

She smoothed his hair and took him with her to the big chair in the dining-room, where she raised his seventy pounds to her lap, saying as she did so, "Mama's boy will soon be too big to hold."