She'll ne'er backward linger, this land of our dads, for she is a dinger at nailing the scads.
You'll find a buckskin purse, with some scads in it, in the bag.
One day they were out and caught six mackerel and six scads.
Now, scads are of small value, and yet Dick got them all, and Hugh all the mackerel.
Oh, heaps of them—scores—dead oodles and scads of 'em, as we girls say.