… it was obvious to his listeners that Pittypat, in his mind, was still a plump and charming miss of sixteen who must be sheltered against evil tongues.

Singer, it is said, once had his help-meet, singress; but she has departed and sent a songstress to keep company with her mates, the songsters of the groves, as well as of our choirs:[…]

the keeper went up for a caught behind

“Ty got it for me for Christmas and I am well-equipped to kick all y'all's asses.”