mammy's boy

— “Mammy’s boy! mammy’s boy,” shouted the boys at play in the village school-yard. “How did you get away from the old woman’s apron-strings? Come and have a toss? O, no! He’s got to go home and see his mammy.” […] “He looks so much like a girl,” said Jim Howe, one day, “that he ought to be named like one.” Thereupon somebody set up the shout of “Sally,” and after that Sally, or “mammy’s boy,” was his appellation.