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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Oh, Patsy, my boy, it is for those who are left behind to cry. It must be better to go." "Well, I'm willin'. I've got enough o' this, I tell yer, with backaches, 'nd fits, 'nd boys callin' sassy names 'nd no gravy ever on my pertater; but I hate to go 'way from the Kindergartent only p'raps Heaven is just like, only bigger, 'nd more children 'nd no Jimmy Battleses!
"Aw, now, Freddy " "I'm lonesome. I don't like nobody here." His voice dropped. "An' an' they don't like me." "Aw, now, Freddy " "Maybe Miss Mary does. But Miss Eva don't. Anyway, I ain't no use to anybody here. What's the sense of stayin' where you ain't no use? An' they're always callin' me down. I don't do nothin' right. I can't even talk so's they'll like it.
"Brutes," said the lady of the house. "I'd drown 'em in the Yarrer, I would, a settin' 'emselves and a callin' 'emselves lords of creation, as if women were made for nothin' but to earn money 'an see 'em drink it, as my 'usband did, which 'is inside never seemed to 'ave enough beer, an' me a poor lone woman with no family, thank God, or they'd 'ave taken arter their father in 'is drinkin' 'abits."
"Ye might ha' called the filly, Amandy, Nal." The honest face of Rinaldo flushed scarlet. He squirmed I use the word advisedly and nearly fell off the fence. "If there was a nickel-in-the-slot kickin' machine around San Lorenzy," he cried, "I'd take a dollar dose right now! Gosh! What a clam I am! I give ye my word, Mandy, that the notion o' callin' the filly after you never entered my silly head.
"It's this mornin', an' I'm gettin' letters, as I states, when I catches this old party sort o' beamin' on me frank an' free, like he's shore a friendly Injun. At last he sa'nters over an' remarks, 'Whatever is your callin', pard? or some sech bluff as that. "I sees he's good people fast enough; still I allows a small, brief jolt mebby does hire good.
Keep your ward workers busy, but don't expect them to win." He leaned forward and brought his fist down heavily on the desk. "We've got to smash Farnum discredit him with the bunch of sheep who are following him." "What more do youse want? We're callin' him ivery black name under Hiven." Merrill shook his head decisively. "Not enough. Prove something. Catch him with the goods."
So we have come to belong to what the French would call the school of "pleine air." I once knew an adorable little boy who expressed it better than I can: "Sun callin' me, sky callin' me, Comin' sun comin' sky."
"Fact is," continued she, "I ha'n't an idea what to call her. I don't favor callin' of her Mary, because that was her mother's name, and I couldn't think of two on 'em at once; and Scripter names are generally rather ha'sh.
Some day, Miss Peggy, when you's waded tru seas o' trubble an' come out on de good Lord's side an' made your callin' an' 'lection sure, you'll know more 'bout it I done reckon." "Come with me, do, Hanny," pleaded Jim. "You can walk along the stone fence and pick the high ones and we'll fill the kittle in no time."
"Go and tell your fairy tales to the wee people! They're juist brash on believin' things," said Duncan. "Ye canna invent any story too big to stop them from callin' for a bigger." "I dare you to come see!" retorted Freckles. "Take ye!" said Duncan.
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