“Faith.”“No name that—no name that! I can’t stomach such a name. Got any other?”“No, sir.”“Don’t like the name, don’t like it. There’s no smeddum to it. Besides, it makes me think of my Aunt Jinny. She called her three girls Faith, Hope, and Charity. Faith didn’t believe in anything—Hope was a born pessimist—and Charity was a miser.
1919, Lucy Maud Montgomery, chapter XVI, in Rainbow Valley, Echo Library, published 2006, page 90