eff

An' eff he don't feel the sperit ter pray, he won't pray, an' I hev got ter surroun' the throne o' grace by myself.

Then he blew into the "eff" holes; and wetting his finger he rubbed the varnish.

She had a little maid who attended her,—Eff she called her,—and the girl stood by to watch while Anne did my bidding.

So I got the tackle of Eff's father—rude enough it was in all conscience—and in the early afternoon I set out to the sport.