I said, " Abraham suits the subscriber."
My father frowned, my mother looked pleased.
My aunt said, " What a little darling it is !"
My father said, "Isaac is a good name, and
Jacob is a good name."
My mother assented and said, " No names are
better. Let us add Isaac and Jacob to his names."
I said, "All right. Isaac and Jacob are good
enough for yours truly. Pass me that rattle,
if you please. I can't chew India-rubber rings
Not a soul made a memorandum of these sayings
of mine for publication. I saw that, and did it
myself, else they would have been utterly lost.
So far from meeting with a generous encourage¬
ment like other children when developing intel¬
lectually, I was now furiously scowled upon by my
father; my mother looked grieved and anxious,
and even my aunt had about her an expression of
seeming to think that maybe I had gone too far.
I took a vicious bite out of an India-rubber ring,
and covertly broke the rattle over the kitten's
head, but said nothing.
Presently my father said, " Samuel is a very ex¬
I saw that trouble was coming. Nothing could
prevent it. I laid down my rattle; over the side
of the cradle I dropped my uncle's silver watch,