This disjoined logic was intelligible enough to the daughter. "Dear mamma, I don't find fault with you--I love you," said Gwendolen, really compunctious. "How can you help what I am? Besides, I am very charming. Come, now." Here Gwendolen with her handkerchief gently rubbed away her mother's tears. "Really--I am contented with myself. I like myself better than I should have liked my aunt and you. How dreadfully dull you must have been!"

Dear mamma, I don't find fault with you - I love you. How can you help what I am? Besides, I am very charming. Come, now." Here Gwendolen gently rubbed away her mother's tears. "Really, how dreadfully dull you must have been!"
