One day Noah was trying to make Oliver cry.He pulled his hair hard and hit his ears.
'Ve is your mother,Workhouse?'he said.
She is dead ,replied Oliver,and his face went pink.Don't say anything about her to me.
What did she die of?asked Noah.
Of a broken heart,some of our old nurses told me,replied Oliver.Don't say anything more about her!
Don't be rude,Workhouse.We all pity you,Workhouse,but your mother was a bad woman.You know she was!
What did you say? asked Oliver.
A bad woman,Workhouse,repeated Noah.