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 taken into their councils, Tata?
"Do not have me in contempt, Tata," she admonished with a laugh of some unsteadiness.
Tata, I could find it in my mind to scold you for not thinking of this before.
Mr. Tata said it was his father's idea and he urged him to get out a patent.
With a modest air of ease Mr. Tata took us from room to room.