drat

“Well, she is the baby nurse, after all. . . . Drat, now I’ve lost track. How many was that?”

“And there is another, rather intriguing portrait of her at the British Museum that deserves to be more widely seen. I’ve arranged to have it moved to Swanburne as a permanent loan, courtesy of the meweezum. Drat! I mean museum. Now you’ve got me saying it, Cassawoof!”

When Mr. Anobile began work on “Why a Duck?,” he recalled, he envisioned creating a short, simple book, like “Drat,” filled with quotations and stills from Marx Brothers films.

Drat, thought Ralph, and he ran up Ryan’s leg in hopes of a glimpse of the test that lay ahead.

“Drat,” Jinjoo whispered as she ushered her brothers into the smelly outhouse.