Mattie and her mother share a typical mother/daughter relationship, particularly in terms of Mattie being a young teenager.
“Get out of bed, Matilda,” she continued. “You’re sleeping the day away.” She shook my shoulder. “Polly’s late and there’s work to be done.”
Mattie sees her mother as having been a perfect child (she likely wasn't).
I groaned. Mother had been a perfect girl. Her family was wealthy then, but that didn’t stop her from stitching entire quilts before breakfast, or spinning miles of wool before tea. It was the War, she liked to remind me. Children did what was asked of them. And she never complained. Oh, no, never. Good children were seen and not heard. How utterly unlike me.