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Nanny brought up my son, as his father before him, Austere on questions of habits, manners, and food. Nobly yielding a mother's right to adore him, Thinking that mothers never did sons much good.
A Scot from Lady Jean's own native passes, With a head as smooth and round as a silver bowl, A crooked nose, and eyes behind her glasses Gray and bright and wise--a great soul! Ready to lay down her life for her charge, and ready To administer discipline without consulting me: "Is that the way for you to answer my leddy? I think you'll get no sweet tonight to your tea."