lallygag

Mr. Biggs paused and turned the flesh of the succulent lobster over with his finger. The gentleman inside addressed him: ‘Try er lobstaw, bossy?’ ‘Ain't got no money,’ said Mr. Biggs, still fingering the morsels. ‘Oh, come now, none o' that ere lallygag,’ responded the gentleman.

["]Why, you ought to have been ready half an hour ago!" she said, pushing him into his room fondly. "You're a lackadaisical lallygag, that's what you are! Do you realize how much you've got to do to-day, Mr. Bonistelle?"