"Well, Johnny," she replied, rather hurt, "if you want to call me something else, you may do so; but I will not have any outlandish, ridiculous names. I don't like it much, but if you really wish it, you may call me Polly."Polly, indeed! Mary was getting more and more prosaic.
1860, Elizabeth Harcourt Mitchell, The Lighthouse, Saunders, Otley and co., page 161