Eleanor H. Porter,
Beyond the Stars
(1909)
“ Miss Murdock rebelled then. Summoning the children before her with a sharp word of command, she said crisply: “Children, it is high time we came to some sort of an understanding. I am not your mother. I am not even your aunt. I do not wish to hear that absurd Aunt Prixy another once. You may call me Miss Murdock, please; I prefer it. As for these foolish games, you must play them alone, or not at all. My mind—thank heaven—has been occupied with something other than amusing babies for the last fifteen years, and I positively refuse to bring it down to that level now. ”
