And you cannot refer to them in a refined way.

So I abide by what I said, although you may notice that I am careful not to use such expressions when young Rilla is about.

And I maintain that the papers have no right to say that the Kaiser has pneumonia and raise people's hopes, and then come out and say he has nothing but a boil.

A boil, indeed! I wish he was covered with them." Susan stalked out to the kitchen and settled down to write to Jem; deeming him in need of some home comfort from certain passages in his letter that day.
"We're in an old wine cellar tonight, dad," he wrote, "in water to our knees.

Rats everywhere--no fire--a drizzling rain coming down--rather dismal.