Fred S. Lincoln, An Indiana Girl — Chapter 3 (1901)
“ That blessed baby goes an' sets up a-yellin' in t'other room, an' he looks up smilin' kinder weaklike, an' then I knowed what he'd come fer; so I calls Faribee an' she brings the baby in, an', when it kep' on a-cryin' an' stickin' its little fists in its eyes, Faribee says: 'That ain't no way to be a-greetin' of your pop first time you see him. Young ladies should be a-havin' of better manners,' an' Brandt, he smiles again more happier an' looks at her, not knowin' jest what to do. 'I s'pose I should be takin' her home,' he says. 'I don't 'low you will,' says Faribee, speakin' up prompt. ”
