You could wear it to perfection, Caddy you're so tall and slender.
After all, think of Caddy's grit; think of her fine constitution!
If Caddy—if—if she doesn't get well, she doesn't want a lot of black and all that.
"I fancy I play the worst game in the world," he confessed to the caddy.
I will go and boil the kettle, and make the tea; please give me the keys of the caddy.'