Britch

“Hal, for shame! Mother, he has stuffed a whole tea-cake in his britch pockets,” was poor Bridget’s aside, spoken in a voice of distress, for the tea-cakes were plentifully buttered in honour of the guest.

I never will forgit that ol’ feller a-standin’ thar, cussin’ loud as he could, an’ feelin’ round in his britch-pockets atter more cattridges!

I got up and jammed my hands to the wrists in my britch pockets and stared into the crazy black branches of the winter apple tree.