He tried to shake the snow off by stamping, but it clung to his velveteens.
Well, that's right, Velveteens—speak out and let's know your mind at once.
“To a hair,” I answered; and cried to Nanse to bring the velveteens.
The buttons on the velveteens were glittering like gold at the knees.
Hullo, Velveteens, mind your fingers if you come any higher.
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