Tata, for father, is still in use among the lower classes in Rome.
My brother Louis is nine, my sister Tata is six, and I am eleven.
Tata said something in a voice so low that her mother could not make it out.
Tata laughed, considering that he had received a compliment.
Well, it is not a face like a tobacco-stopper, as thine is, Tata!
Yet how long is it since you were ...