Used to call her Honeybunch, I remember, and she called him Doodums.
You wouldn't deceive your Honeybunch, would you, Duckie Doodums?
"Now, I am glad you have come down, honeybunch," she exclaimed at sight of me.
Honeybunch was a good girl, but she was as strong as a six-mule team, and a cautious man just naturally shied away from her.
Honeybunch smelt his breath and then she smelt a mouse, but she wasn't much of a talker and she didn't ask any questions—of him.
"Shorely not, Honeybunch darlin'," he finally fetched up, though he was hardly breathing.
"N-n-nothin' but a drink of water, Honeybunch sweetness," he stammered back.
God bless you, honeybunch, and I'm glad William has brought you home at last, the rascal.