Biddy

Tom queued behind an old biddy with a full trolley.

Mary is upset because Tom called her an old biddy.

1970-1975, Lou Sullivan, personal diary, quoted in 2019, Ellis Martin, Zach Ozma (editors), We Both Laughed In Pleasure That Mich drag Loretta sent me about 10 pictures of her so I wouldn't think her a "decrepit old lady." But too bad—she looked like someone's biddy aunt.

After working a 65 hour week, men would spend their whole paycheck in saloons, drink the whole weekend, and ignore the needs of their families. The overwhelming participation of women in the [temperance] movement was prompted by motives of self preservation […] It is no accident that male historians have chosen to present these women as crazed biddies in an attempt to deny the real reason for their concern.

Ay, biddy, come with me.

"Well, we'll see about it by and by," said Farmer Brown's boy. "There's the breakfast bell, and I haven't fed the biddies yet."

“Was it in buckets or them little biddy cans?”

It ain't like you ain't never seen these tig ole biddies before.

"Was I absurd?" said Biddy, quietly raising her eyebrows; "I am sorry for that; I didn't mean to be. I only want you to do well, and to be comfortable."