Chouse us out of the deer, say ye; and who had a right to hinder him if he had?
“It was rather a chouse to shoot a cretin, though,” said another, in chaff.
Joyously she ran across the courtyard, with Chouse close at her heels.
And now, in ten minutes, this naughty Chouse had undone all his work.
And Chouse poked and scratched and dug up the earth, but not a kitten did he ...