But I guess Hale's memory is like a ragbag—stuffed with odds and ends that he can't get hold of when he wants 'em.
He was dreadfully dirty and unshaven, his collar and frock-coat looked as if they had been fished up from a ragbag.
I don't want a walrus, thirty years old, with ragbag clothes that fit her a foot off.
Her mind was like a ragbag into which she had been frantically thrusting whatever she could grab.
Phil's outfit might have come from the ragbag, too, it was so tattered and patched.
"As if any man would want to squeeze such a ragbag o' tawdry finery and milliners' tinsel," said Radisson afterward to me.