Growlery

I dare say you have never heard of a growlery. It's a funny word, but it is a very useful, helpful sort of a place.

Tussy wrote to Lizzy, knowing that Engels would read her the letters in his growlery – as he described his study-sitting room – presided over by the stuffed Right Honourable in his glass case.

'Bearing up, I suppose, Teddy said, although I didn't actually see her. We're at war then? 'I'm afraid so. Come into the growlery, Ted, and have a drink with me.

"Sit down, my dear," said Mr. Jarndyce. "This, you must know, is the Growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here."

Hi ! the Howlery ! ho ! the Growlery ! Ha ! the Sniffery, Snarlery, Scowlery ! There we may stay, If we choose, all day; But it 's only a smile that can bring us away.

As such, the Growlery again frustrates what Doublass sees as a peculiarly American obsession with pigeonholing things in terms of race.