The kelpie gave a hideous roar, and turned away to run from the wimble.
And the wimble was so hot that it was as white as the whitest moon you ever saw.
He then proceeded to acquaint me with the welfare of Will Wimble.
“That remains to be proved, Wimble,” said Uncle Josiah, drily.
Nor must we forget Will Wimble, though he is really an outsider.
A wimble is a gimlet—the two words are probably from the same root.
Wimble checked his scissors as they were half-way through a tuft of hair.
The voice ceased as Wimble gave a very decided knock at the door.
But, according to Mr. Wimble, they were animals, a herd of animals.
Wimble felt he had been flying, and had just come back; he settled with difficulty.