1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 169: There was a lot of wonderful stuff prepared for ‘afters’.at afters, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 148: Mrs. Dill would understand. She would never arse about yattering all over the place.at arse about (v.) under arse, v.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 21: A friend sent in six bottles as a house warming. Black, of course.at black, adj.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 100: ‘What do you do in the winter?’ ‘Anything with bunce.’.at bunce, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 183: ‘How long did he get?’ ‘Ten years, and the cat.’.at cat, n.3
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 109: I should think there’s a nice how-de-do going on on the nursery floor.at how-do-you-do, n.1
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 219: The cat came in. Gladys put some fish on a saucer. ‘There you are, Ket. And don’t look at it old-fashioned.’.at old-fashioned, adj.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 175: You know all that flapdoodle of everybody rushing round.at flapdoodle, n.2
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 202: A madly silly woman who loathed Freda’s guts.at hate someone’s guts (v.) under gut, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 252: They’re rather like you and me, two country hayseeds transplanted to London.at hayseed, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 103: I bet there’s some high goings-on on five this morning.at high, adj.2
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 33: That queen A.T. of yours must have been a holy terror.at holy terror, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 32: Piece of cake he had married Jenny before that happened.at piece of cake (n.) under piece, n.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 34: He hated [...] her bloody little dogs and those super bloody friends of hers.at super, adv.
1947 N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 244: She would bring Freddie and Dougie, must have someone to yatter to.at yatter, v.