Kiddily

[…] was a diminutive, forked-radish sort of a young man, very fashionably attired, or, as he would say, kiddily togg'd; and, though it was scarcely noon, he was rather queer in the attic; that is to say, not exactly sober.

The gipsy queen, too, of the flue-fakers was just behind in a donkey-tandem, escorted by a bodyguard of thin-legged gentry of the forked-radish pattern, kiddily togged.