Whoo

Whoo! I'm feeling that sake. I'm getting blurred vision and I can't walk straight.

Whoo! Today's practice is tough - much harder than usual.

"You are mistaken; I am a ghost; whoo!" said I, choking back my rage.

Then he held up his hands and let out a weak ghost-howl. "Whoo?" he moaned, in a tiny voice.

"Upon my honour!" cried he, "there was never before such a beautiful thing in Nature or Art as you look, 'Cousin' Tess ('Cousin' had a faint ring of mockery). I have been watching you from over the wall—sitting like Im-patience on a monument, and pouting up that pretty red mouth to whistling shape, and whooing and whooing, and privately swearing, and never being able to produce a note. Why, you are quite cross because you can't do it."