Throughout that afternoon, Mrs. Sawney and Mrs. Grimps waited; grim-lipped and hard-eyed they waited.
Mrs. Sawney's tone grew in mellowness as her anger increased.
We won't differ, Sawney, if you let me have six stots for winterers, in the way of reason.
The term “sawney” in the lumber camps and upon the Great Lakes, means tyro, or novice.
At the next door behind which a “sawney” lurked, instead of knocking, the leader set off the alarm-clock.
