honey-dog-gums

Updated: May 21, 2025

"Did you get him for me, Phyllis?" asked Allan when the tumult and the shouting had died, and the caracoling Foxy had buried his hideous little black pansy-face in a costly Belleek dish of water. "Yes," gasped Phyllis from her favorite seat, the floor; "but you needn't keep him unless you want to. I can keep him where you'll never see him can't I, honey-dog-gums?

Margaret Widdemer - The Rose-Garden Husband