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It is not every one that comes from a great man's house I would trust my cousin with. But, Jeanie, you must not go through the streets with Mr. Archibald with your tartan what-d'ye-call-it there upon your shoulders, as if you had come up with a drove of Highland cattle. Wait till I bring down my silk cloak. Why, we'll have the mob after you!" "I have a hackney-coach in waiting, madam," said Mr.
He described the lord of the manor, a distinguished nobleman who lived at the castle some six miles away. He talked of the squire and his household. "But," he continued, "the most noticeable man is a great scholar. There, yonder," said he, "you may just catch a glimpse of the tall what-d'ye-call-it he has built on the top of his house that he may get nearer to the stars."
She ain't the kind of girl to keep anything back from us; at least, if she is, she's changed a heap since she came away to school. She's told us about his comin' here and about you and him and her goin' to that what-d'ye-call-it hookey game. She wrote all about that 'way last February." "Yes, we did go to the hockey game. Samuel, my cousin John Keith's boy, played in it.
"You don't know, but we're all entitled to guess, hey?... Humph!" "If this person is living," began Sylvester, "it follows that " "Hold on a minute! I don't know much about corporations, of course that's more in your line than 'tis in mine but I want to ask one question. You say this what-d'ye-call-it this Akrae thingamajig was sold out, hull, canvas and riggin', to a crowd in Brazil?
"Yep," answered Gwendolyn; "I could just die hearing Angela and Celie Polatta singing that what-d'ye-call-it, that always makes a body bu'st out crying?" "You mean 'Punchinello. Yep, that's a corker; but, Lord! the one what makes me have all kinds of funny cold feelings run up my back is that 'Ave Maria. Therese Nicora taught them what she says she learned in the old country.
"Oh, how cruel!" said Carroll, "withering up my delicate feelings with thoughtless sarcasm! Smell? no! My what-d'ye-call-it sympathy will tell me which it is. My heart will beat faster as I approach it. But I'll have that leaf all the same, please." "And it might be as well to know where to look for it." "We found it in the ruins in the wall of the refectory," said Hardwicke.
"Do stick to the point," groaned Victor. "All right. Well, he said, 'I'll lay a guinea there was a' and he winked his sinful old eye, you know, for all the world like a what-d'ye-call-it in a cathedral one of those hideous I say, what is the word, Victor? I saw 'em when Agatha took me beg pardon, Merceron?" Was the world full of Agathas?
"He's a champion burglar from de odder side. He sure is. From Lunnon. Gee, he's de guy! Tell him about de bank you opened, an' de jools you swiped from de duchess, an' de what-d'ye-call-it blow-pipe." It seemed to Jimmy that Spike was showing a certain want of tact.
"Dealtry, Peter Dealtry, Sir, is my name. Why the most noticeable man, you must know, is a great scholard, a wonderfully learned man; there yonder, you may just catch a glimpse of the tall what-d'ye-call-it he has built out on the top of his house, that he may get nearer to the stars.
But what can one expect in a world of inconsistencies, where things are all topsy-turvy, so to speak, though I don't like slang, and never use it except when there is a want of a proper what-d'ye-call-it to express one's thingumy-jigs. Don't you think so, Captain Bowels?" "Certainly; I think your observations are very just, and much to the point."
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