chin-pot

Updated: June 7, 2025

"I knew you'd come, Anna," he said good-humoredly while he opened the gate for her. "Of course, I don't bear you any grudge. Good Lord, how you went it last time. I might have been a hair-trunk that had let you down at a gate. Eh, what do you remember it? And the old chin-pot which cost me twenty guineas. Why, you smashed it all to bits with your whip eh, what?

Sir Max Pemberton - Aladdin of London : or, Lodestar