Mark Twain’s “Extracts from Adam’s Diary“:
…My life is not as happy as it was.
Saturday.â€”The new creature eats too much fruit. We are going to run short, most likely. “We” againâ€”that is its word; mine too, now, from hearing it so much. Good deal of fog this morning. I do not go out in the fog myself. The new creature does. It goes out in all weathers, and stumps right in with its muddy feet. And talks. It used to be so pleasant and quiet here….
Monday.â€”The new creature says its name is Eve. That is all right, I have no objections. Says it is to call it by when I want it to come. I said it was superfluous, then.