You will be under the care of a motherly
good sort of woman, of whose kindness to you I can have no doubt.
She put both hands on Mistress Mary's shoulders and looked her little face over in a motherly
She addressed those words to Magdalen with a gentle motherly
interest in her youth and beauty, chastened by the deferential amiability which became her situation in Noel Vanstone's household.
I think so, because she beckoned to me to climb up, with quite a new and motherly
expression in her face, and put her arm round my neck, and gave me just such a kiss as she might have given to her own boy.
Whimple," said Herbert, when I told him so, "is the best of housewives, and I really do not know what my Clara would do without her motherly
Sand- ers, the motherly
old lady who had sheltered Bell in the days of his experiment, sitting proudly in one of the front seats.
This beast was the subject of perpetual talk and occupation; it seemed as if poor Mademoiselle Cormon, having no children on whom her repressed motherly
feelings could expend themselves, had turned those sentiments wholly on this most fortunate animal.
I had at least two friends on Mars; a young woman who watched over me with motherly
solicitude, and a dumb brute which, as I later came to know, held in its poor ugly carcass more love, more loyalty, more gratitude than could have been found in the entire five million green Martians who rove the deserted cities and dead sea bottoms of Mars.
She would have liked to discard her riding breeches also, but the motherly
admonitions of My Dear had convinced Meriem that it was not good form to go naked through the world.
Then from the mother's breast, where it still lay hid, Into the fading bud the dew-drop gently slid; Stronger grew the little form, and happy tears fell, As the dew did its silent work, and the bud grew well, While the gentle rose leaned, with motherly
pride, O'er the fair little ones that bloomed at her side.
said Lisbeth, whose motherly
feeling now got the better of her "nattering" habit.
I found her holding Sylvie's hand, and with her other hand stroking Bruno's hair in a most tender and motherly
fashion: both children were looking bewildered and half-frightened.