Mother not only managed the entire Household, from the
dinner-ordering slate at breakfast-time to the secret whisperings with
Jackman behind the screen at bedtime, or the long private interviews
with Daddy in his study after tea: she led a magnificent and
stupendous life that regulated every smallest detail of their
happiness. She was for ever thinking of them and slaving for their
welfare. The wonder of her enormous love stole into their discerning
hearts. They loved her frightfully, and told her all sorts of little
things that before they had kept concealed. There were heaps and heaps
of mothers in the world, of course; they were knocking about all over
the place; but there was only one single Mother, and that was theirs.
Yet, in his own peculiar way, it was Uncle Felix who came first. Daddy
believed in a lot of things; Mother believed in many things; Aunt
Emily believed in certain things done at certain times and in a
certain way. But Uncle Felix believed in everything, everywhere and
always. To him nothing was ever impossible. He held, that is, their
own eternal creed. He was akin to Maria, moreover, and Maria, though
silent, was his spokesman often.
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