Mummie

‘Isn’t it a jolly place?’ she said to Guy. ‘I like it ever so much better than Mussooree. Only perhaps that’s because I’ve got mummie. It is always horrid without mummie. Unless of course I’ve got Auntie Helen,’ she added politely. / Guy laughed. ‘You little humbug,’ he said; ‘I don’t believe you care for Auntie Helen a bit.’ / ‘Yes I do. I care for her very much. Only of course I love my mummie just one little weeny bit the best.’

Dearest Mother: I have been a bad girl not to write you, […] Will you forgive me?—My mind has been pretty much taken up with all this, & I have neglected my mummie.

Now Dorothy’s children were teenagers. Mack was sixteen, and Bitsy was thirteen. […] She taught Bitsy to call her Mummie, but Mack out-and-out called her Mama. […] I bridled at this new information and made a mental note to tell Mummie. I imagined Miss Gussie having Glenn Davis over to her house to a Kool-Aid party. After he left she would have to fumigate. I knew my mummie would.