mum

krysanteemi

äiskä, äippä

vaiti oleva, vaiti puhekieltä mother Mother.
1993, Hilda Hollingsworth, Places of Greater Safety, Zenobia Press edition, http://books.google.com.au/books?id=D4BSMjeqr2UC&pg=PA278&dq=%22mum%22 %22mums%22+-intitle:%22mum|mums%22+-inauthor:%22%22&hl=en&sa=X&ei=hEa3T5WXO4zGmQXJ-YHGAQ&redir_esc=yv=onepage&q=%22mum%22|%22mums%22%20-intitle%3A%22mum|mums%22%20-inauthor%3A%22%22&f=false page 278,

'Ooh Mum, Auntie don′t allow smokin’ - Pat′s eyes were round with awe as Mum struck a match.

Her mum says that she is deaf and only partially sighted, so I need to go and stand in front of her, so she can see the gift.

“Mum! Mum!” he shouted out. The laughter stopped. Two bright, sparkling yellow eyes peeped from the hollow. Atop her head were the fluffy ear tufts that his mum was so proud of because they were fuller and lovelier than those of most Great Horned Owls. It was indeed his mum!

He′s looking at my mum, at her swollen eyes, busted nose and bloodied lips. She′s mashed up something chronic, and the man who did this to her is my dad.

“Wy, mum,” said Mr. Weller, “I don′t think you′ll see a many sich, and that′s the truth. But if my son Samivel vould give me my vay, mum, and dis-pense with his—might I wenter to say the vurd?”

“What word Mr Weller?” said the housekeeper, blushing slightly.

“Petticuts, mum,” returned that gentleman, laying his had upon the garments of his grandson. “If my son Samivel vould only dis-pense vith these here, you′d see sich a alteration in his appearance, as the imagination can′t depicter!”

Then she took off the hank and looked me straight in the face, and very pleasant, and says:

“Come, now, what′s your real name?

“Wh -- what, mum?”

“What′s your real name? Is it Bill, or Tom, or Bob? -- Or what is it?”

The citizens are mum, and speak not a word.

Mum, then, and no more.

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The clamorous crowd is hushed with mugs of mum. — Alexander Pope.