Betty
['betɪ]
Definition
(n.) A short bar used by thieves to wrench doors open.
(n.) A name of contempt given to a man who interferes with the duties of women in a household, or who occupies himself with womanish matters.
(n.) A pear-shaped bottle covered round with straw, in which olive oil is sometimes brought from Italy; -- called by chemists a Florence flask.
Inputed by Laura
Definition
n. a man who troubles himself with the women's work in a household: a slang name for a burglar's jemmy or jenny.
Typist: Vern
Examples
- Why, what have you got there, Betty? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- If I give my consent to your going, Betty--which Mr Rokesmith thinks I ought to do--' Betty thanked him with a grateful curtsey. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- A love-child,' returned Betty Higden, dropping her voice; 'parents never known; found in the street. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Yes sure,' answered Betty. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- So she turned to her and asked, 'How is old Betty Barnes? Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- Old Betty was proud, and said it with a sparkle in her bright eyes. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- I should thank you kindly, sir,' said Betty, 'if I might make so bold as have a word or two wi' you. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- It seems to me,' said Betty, smiling, 'that you were born a lady, and a true one, or there never was a lady born. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Sure and certain we are,' returned Betty. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- They were on the borders of Oxfordshire, so far had poor old Betty Higden strayed. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- And how's my boy, Betty? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Bless you, sir, there's not a bit of him,' returned Betty, 'that's not amiable. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Don't you fear ME no more, ma'am,' said Betty; 'I thought of it for good yesterday. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Stop, Betty Higden! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- My head's a bit light, and my feet are a bit heavy,' said old Betty, leaning her face drowsily on the breast of the woman who had spoken before. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The fitting out of old Betty Higden was favourable to this, as keeping Bella engaged and interested, and as occupying the general attention. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- But, Johnny murmuring something with his eyes closed, and Mrs Boffin not knowing what, old Betty bent her ear to listen and took pains to understand. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Look at it,' said Betty, opening the wrappers in which the flushed child lay, and showing his small right hand lying closed upon his breast. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- And what about him, Betty? Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- It's gone now,' said Betty. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- You'll come, Betty? Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- I humbly thank the Power and the Glory,' said Betty Higden, holding up her withered hands, 'that I have come to my journey's end! Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- My daughter Betty (who is now well married, and has children) was then at her needle-work. Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels into Several Remote Nations of the World.
- Old Betty laughed, and said that she would take the letter and be thankful. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Betty Higden gravely shook her head. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Betty, a harmless old woman; and her son Peter, a likely young lad. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- Mrs Betty Higden's visitor pressed her hand. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The little white dimity bed was as smooth and trim as on the day previous, when Betty's own hands had helped to make it. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Old Betty Higden fared upon her pilgrimage as many ruggedly honest creatures, women and men, fare on their toiling way along the roads of life. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Silence was still uninterrupted; and Betty, with the hot water, opened the door and entered the chamber. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
Typist: Vern