Mary Marie | Page 3

I'd like to do it, but I can't.
I'm beginning with my being born, of course, and Nurse Sarah says the

sun wasn't shining at all. It was night and the stars were out. She
remembers particularly about the stars, for Father was in the
observatory, and couldn't be disturbed. (We never disturb Father when
he's there, you know.) And so he didn't even know he had a daughter
until the next morning when he came out to breakfast. And he was late
to that, for he stopped to write down something he had found out about
one of the consternations in the night.
He's always finding out something about those old stars just when we
want him to pay attention to something else. And, oh, I forgot to say
that I know it is "constellation," and not "consternation." But I used to
call them that when I was a little girl, and Mother said it was a good
name for them, anyway, for they were a consternation to her all right.
Oh, she said right off afterward that she didn't mean that, and that I
must forget she said it. Mother's always saying that about things she
says.
Well, as I was saying, Father didn't know until after breakfast that he
had a little daughter. (We never tell him disturbing, exciting things just
before meals.) And then Nurse told him.
I asked what he said, and Nurse laughed and gave her funny little shrug
to her shoulders.
"Yes, what did he say, indeed?" she retorted. "He frowned, looked kind
of dazed, then muttered: 'Well, well, upon my soul! Yes, to be sure!'"
Then he came in to see me.
I don't know, of course, what he thought of me, but I guess he didn't
think much of me, from what Nurse said. Of course I was very, very
small, and I never yet saw a little bit of a baby that was pretty, or
looked as if it was much account. So maybe you couldn't really blame
him.
Nurse said he looked at me, muttered, "Well, well, upon my soul!"
again, and seemed really quite interested till they started to put me in
his arms. Then he threw up both hands, backed off, and cried, "Oh, no,

no!" He turned to Mother and hoped she was feeling pretty well, then
he got out of the room just as quick as he could. And Nurse said that
was the end of it, so far as paying any more attention to me was
concerned for quite a while.
He was much more interested in his new star than he was in his new
daughter. We were both born the same night, you see, and that star was
lots more consequence than I was. But, then, that's Father all over. And
that's one of the things, I think, that bothers Mother. I heard her say
once to Father that she didn't see why, when there were so many, many
stars, a paltry one or two more need to be made such a fuss about. And
I don't, either.
But Father just groaned, and shook his head, and threw up his hands,
and looked so tired. And that's all he said. That's all he says lots of
times. But it's enough. It's enough to make you feel so small and mean
and insignificant as if you were just a little green worm crawling on the
ground. Did you ever feel like a green worm crawling on the ground?
It's not a pleasant feeling at all.
Well, now, about the name. Of course they had to begin to talk about
naming me pretty soon; and Nurse said they did talk a lot. But they
couldn't settle it. Nurse said that that was about the first thing that
showed how teetotally utterly they were going to disagree about things.
Mother wanted to call me Viola, after her mother, and Father wanted to
call me Abigail Jane after his mother; and they wouldn't either one give
in to the other. Mother was sick and nervous, and cried a lot those days,
and she used to sob out that if they thought they were going to name
her darling little baby that awful Abigail Jane, they were very much
mistaken; that she would never give her consent to it--never. Then
Father would say in his cold, stern way: "Very well, then, you needn't.
But neither shall I give my consent to my daughter's being named that
absurd Viola. The child is a human being--not a fiddle in an orchestra!"
And that's the way it went, Nurse said, until everybody was just about
crazy. Then somebody suggested "Mary." And Father said, very well,
they might call me Mary; and Mother said certainly, she would consent

to Mary, only she should pronounce