He slid the pencil down into his puttee and stood up, bowing.
I took off the puttee, rolled up his trousers, and discovered no sign of a wound.
“Dunno,” McGee answered, looking at the puttee roll in his hand.
Mrs. Puttee and her eldest son saw me off at Euston Station.
I was overjoyed, as the hospital was very near Southall, and Mr. and Mrs. Puttee were both there to meet ...