Polly

Hullo, Polly, my love, can you hear the dumb goose-hiss of the wives as they huddle and peck or flounce at a Thomas waddle away? Who cuddled you when? Which of their gandering hubbies moaned in Milk Wood for your naughty mothering arms and body like a wardrobe, love?

—Thomas, Dylan Marlais

'You're a Christian?' 'Church of England,'said Mr Polly. 'Mm,'said the employer, a little checked.'For good all round business work, I should have preferred a Baptist.'

—Wells, H(erbert) G(eorge)