The mitts were probably fashionable in Lynxville, Massachusetts.
He was no slouch himself when it came to putting on the mitts.
But when I came to these mitts, with the sweet little message pinned to them, I simply couldn't part with them!
His cap had stuck to his head, and he had not even lost his mitts.
I recall, too, that I was presently frozen to the deck, and that my mitts were stuck to the wheel––that I became fixed and heavy.
He was eagerly looked for, and Mrs. mitts was closely watched.
The stockings and mitts and caps were all home-made, and so was the cradle in which the eight children were rocked.
His hands, encased in mitts, had placed him at a woeful disadvantage.
Susan had on her bonnet and mitts and held her sun-umbrella firmly gripped between her two hands and her two knees.
Some of 'em don't put on the mitts at all, but most of 'em works up to that.
A pair of handcuffs (1950s+ Underworld) Mitty