a that you love her best," said Mrs. Conrad.
She felt that a mother's claim was first, beyond all others. Nothing would have induced her to come between Florette and t
he affection which she owed to her mother.
Little Florette ran to her mother and climbed in her lap.
"I love you best, mamma," she said, "but I love my other mamma,
"And quite right, my dear child," said Mrs. Graham, with a bright smile. "It was but in jest, Mrs. Conrad. No mother who deserves her child's love need fear riv