And Rollo, who had been waiting for some encouraging sound, presented himself at the doorway. "Enough!" exclaimed Wild, triumphantly. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. ‘Ha! It’s you, is it?’ He threw a glance at his two juniors. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother.
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