"Yes--she has a right."
"She's my mother!" Maisie tentatively tittered.
"Yes--she's your mother."
"Besides," Maisie went on, "he didn't let her come. He doesn't like her
coming, and if he doesn't like it--"
Mrs. Wix took her up. "He must lump it--that's what he must do! Your
mother was right about him--I mean your real one. He has no strength.
No--none at all." She seemed more profoundly to muse. "He might have
had some even with HER--I mean with her ladyship. He's just a poor sunk
slave," she asserted with sudden energy.