You'll give a body a furlough, by the way of blowing off the fuddle he has on hand?
One day Mr. Kordé had drunk himself into an unusual state of fuddle.
But there is no doubt that the lion of the evening was—the “fuddle.”
Thee-ing and thou-ing till it is enough to fuddle a sober man's wits.
Nazinred and Mozwa had never seen anything of the kind before, or heard the strains ...