In short, his whole "toggery" was faultless—a perfect out-and-outer.
He could strip a case of its toggery and go right to its vitals.
And hark ye, Jack, you must contrive to change your toggery.
Why, bless you, that toggery would be heaven compared to what a man has to contend with.
"No rides to-day in that toggery, Eddy," he said in the same voice.
The gaoler's toggery ...