And then she says, 'You're Doyvy, oyn't you, that had the ax-nent? I says these was my books I took to scrool...." "Didn't you say you was Davy?" said Uncle Mo. And Aunt M'riar she actually said: "Well, I never! not to tell the lady who you was!" Dave was perplexed, looking with blue-eyed gravity from one to the other. "The loydy said I was Doyvy," said he, in a slightly injured tone.
This was the other small convalescent, he who had an unnatural passion for Dave's crutch, likened to Ariadne "I like Sister Nora. I like the Lady. I like Farmer Jones, but not much. I am going to scrool on Monday, and shall know how to read and write with a peng my own self."