Tom put on his coat, buttoned
his hat under it, threw on his suit of girl's clothes, dropped the veil, blew out his light, locked the room door by which he had just entered, taking the key, passed through his other door into the black hall, locked that door and kept the key, then worked his way along in the dark and descended the black stairs.
His cap was a dainty thing, his close- buttoned
blue cloth roundabout was new and natty, and so were his pantaloons.
up in a surtout, and looking longer, narrower, and more rigid than ever.
Tall, stout, and upright -- with bright blue eyes, and healthy, florid complexion -- his brown plush shooting-jacket carelessly buttoned
awry; his vixenish little Scotch terrier barking unrebuked at his heels; one hand thrust into his waistcoat pocket, and the other smacking the banisters cheerfully as he came downstairs humming a tune -- Mr.
So I buttoned
her into the breast of my overcoat, and Two Tails shuffled and stamped and growled to himself.