It was the voice of Mrs. Gallup; to Mr. pottle it seemed that there was a tender note in it.
As Shakespeare says, ‘The world is my pottle, and I stir my spoon.’
Mr. pottle's eyes fell on his own scarlet pareu and the brownish legs beneath it.
I believe there are men who can lay hold of a needle in a pottle of hay at the first try.
"He's gone to get his tribe," thought Mr. pottle, and fled in the opposite direction.
It will be noted that the ancient measure—a pottle—is here used.
The chivalrous Mr. pottle heaved up from his pillow like an irate grampus from the depths of a tank.
Reason told Mr. pottle that friendliness was the best policy.
I always say Adriana is like Nell Gwyn, and she shall go about with a pottle.
Mr. pottle's voice faltered a little as he asked the next question.