Tattling

Peace your tattlings!

[…] that chaste and sober widow […] coming to Thy church, not for idle tattlings and old wives’ fables, but that she might hear Thee in Thy discourses […]

[…] we could have a glorious and radiant world here and now, a bright and happy world! There would be joy and gladness and singing in it, with plenty of work for everyone, but it would all be happy work; there would be no bad tempers, or tattlings, or scoldings, or ox beating, or ugliness.