My son, Thomas Jefferson, and his wife, Maggie, have got a little daughter, it wuz very pleasin' to Josiah and me, and weighed over nine pounds. It is now most ten months old, and is, with the exception of my other grandchildren, the most beautiful child that wuz ever seen in Jonesville, some foolish folks would think I wuz prejudiced in its favor, but it is the prevailin' opinion all over Jonesville, it has been talked to Thomas Jefferson and Maggie and Josiah and me repeatedly, so we have got to believe it, for what we know ourselves and the neighbors know to be a fact must be so.
Its name is Snow, after the little one that went home and left them. You know Maggie's name wuz Snow, she is Maggie Snow that wuz, and I wuz in favor of the child bein' named after her, in fact, as it may be remembered, I named the child, it wuz left to me.
"Mother," sez Thomas J., the first time I went there after the first little Snow came and I see the baby layin' on Maggie's arm:
"Mother," sez he, and, though there wuz a smile on his lips, there wuz tears in his voice as he said it, "nobody else shall name my little girl but you."
"No," spoke out my daughter, Maggie, smilin' sweet from her pillow, "you must name it, Mother."
The children like me, nobody can dispute that, not
