Why, of course it is.

No end of strange things now.

Go 'long and shut it, Sid." Tom disappeared under the bed just in time.

He lay and "breathed" himself for a time, and then crept to where he could almost touch his aunt's foot.
"But as I was saying," said Aunt Polly, "he warn't BAD, so to say -- only mischEEvous.

Only just giddy, and harum-scarum, you know.