Your eyes are shinin' like you was in love.
This was the romantic season ‒ Spring.
The sun rose at the usual hour ‒ even though it was the year 1917, when the whole world was topsy-turvy.
It's just a natural thing, death is ‒ folks get weary and tired ‒ they're just called home.
God gives a mother sight to see clean into her children's hearts.
My boy ain't lazy ‒ he's just tired from growin' too fast.
Her mother ‒ a woman so hard to please, that even her guardian angel fell down on the job.
Martha Tuttle was one of those mother hens who clucked long after the deed was done.
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