Abijah’s Bubble by Francis Hopkinson Smith

Ezekiel Todd, her dry, tight-fisted, lean father, had named her, bawling it out so loud that the more suitable, certainly the more euphonious, “Evangeline,” proffered in a timid whisper by her faded and somewhat romantic mother, was completely smothered.

“I baptize thee, Evang—” began the minister, when Ezekiel’s voice rose clear:

“Abijah, I tell ye, Parson—A-b-i-j-a-h—Abijah!” And Abijah it was.

The women were furious.