"Snip" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... three eyes, and then she looked in the hand for bits of glass, and there were fortunately no bits of glass there. And then she said to two chubby-legged Princes who were sturdy though small, "Bring me in the Royal rag-bag; I must snip and stitch and cut and contrive." So those two young Princes tugged at the Royal rag-bag and lugged it in, and the Princess Alicia sat down on the floor with a large pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and snipped and stitched and cut and contrived, ...
— The Magic Fishbone - A Holiday Romance from the Pen of Miss Alice Rainbird, Aged 7 • Charles Dickens
... a public good. The grievance of exactions upon merchants in this case is very great, and when I lay the blame on the goldsmiths, because they are the principal people made use of in such occasions, I include a great many other sorts of brokers and money-jobbing artists, who all get a snip out of the merchant. I myself have known a goldsmith in Lombard Street lend a man 700 pounds to pay the customs of a hundred pipes of Spanish wines; the wines were made over to him for security by bill of sale, and put into a cellar, ...
— An Essay Upon Projects • Daniel Defoe
... No. 1 German Pancakes, No. 2 German Pancakes, No. 3 Griddle Cakes Grimslich Macrotes Matrimonies Noodle Puffs Orange Fritters Pineapple Fritters Potato Cakes Potato Pancakes Queen Fritters Rice Pancake or Griddle Cakes Shavings (Kraus-Gebackenes) Snip Noodles, Fried Snowballs (Hesterliste) Sour Milk Pancakes Squash Fritters Sweet ...
— The International Jewish Cook Book • Florence Kreisler Greenbaum
... later comes shearing-time. The sheep had to be driven up to the ranch, and a lot of frowzy-headed Mexicans would snip the fur off of them with back-action scissors. So the afternoon before the barbers were to come I hustled my underdone muttons over the hill, across the dell, down by the winding brook, and up to the ranch-house, where I penned 'em in a ...
— Options • O. Henry
... reached the tailor's, which was not far from the office, on the same street; and Mr. O'Brallaghan came forward, scissors in hand, and smiling, like a great ogre, who was going to snip off people's heads, and eat them for his breakfast—only to satisfy his hunger, not from any malevolent feeling toward them. Mr. O'Brallaghan, as his name intimated, was from the Emerald Isle—was six feet high—had a carotty head, an enormous ...
— The Last of the Foresters • John Esten Cooke
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