"Aaron?" she repeated.
"Your baby brother," the teacher prompted.
Understanding dawned on the child's face.
"Oh, Aaron!" she exclaimed. "That was a mistake. It's Moses. He's very well, ma'am, thank you. Pa an' ma, they found we had an Aaron."
PRONUNCIATION
The parson's daughter spoke pleasantly, but with a hint of rebuke, to one of her father's humble parishioners:
"Good morning, Giles. I haven't noticed you in church for the last few weeks."
"No, miss," the man answered. "I've been oop at Noocaste a-visitin' my old 'aunts. And strange, miss, ain't it, I don't see no change in 'em since I was a child like?"
The parson's daughter was duly impressed.
"What wonderful old ladies they must be!"