1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 15: He wondered how on earth he had ever come to fall in love with Marie Bardsley, a bread-and-butter-Vicarage-Miss if ever there was one.at bread-and-butter, adj.
1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 23: I do not drink the black smoke. I am not an opium-fiend.at fiend, n.
1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 278: ‘How are you?’ ‘Pretty fit, thank you, And you, Sir?’ ‘Oh, shoving along.’.at shove along (v.) under shove, v.
1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 16: He [...] had met Marie, and just gone all sloppy and sentimental.at sloppy, adj.
1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 227: And if ’e ’as the nerve to say this bloomin’ chicken’s overdone, I’ll tell ’im somethink.at something, n.
1941 P.C. Wren Odd – But Even So 19: He put in a teaspoon of sugar and patiently stirred the contents of the glass. ‘There you are, Born-Tired,’ he said.at born (a bit) tired (adj.) under tired, adj.