Aunt Phebe said her father had a cousin that married a _Fry_, and asked
what my mother’s maiden name was. I told her my mother was a _Young_,
and that I was named for my father and mother both,--_Silas Young Fry_.
I heard a tittering overhead, behind a pair of blinds, where I guessed
some girls were peeping through. And afterwards, when I was sitting on
the piazza, I heard one tell another, not thinking I was within hearing,
that a young fry had come to supper.
When we all sat round the table the girls seemed full of tickle, which
they tried to hide,--and one of them asked me,--I think it was Hannah
Jane,--with a very sober face,--
“Mr. Fry, will you take some fried fish?”