Mummy...Are You Like Her?

I was telling Lady Penelope about the stories published in the issues of her old magazine when she was a young girl. One of the stories was that she got ill when in India, and that a governess named Miss Pemberton had to take care of her. Of course, we both got really emotional by what we reminded each other, and Lady Penelope cried hard into her hankie. I hugged her, crying too, stating that I love her so much, as much as Miss Pemberton loved her when she was a girl. She told me that history has repeated now that she has me as a daughter, but that was before she got emotional. I love you, Lady Penelope. You're the most caring second mother in the world.