"Whole kit" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... fur to see him do it. And blast you all!" he wound up, looking round the room and snapping his fingers once with a loud snap, "blast you every one, from the judge in his wig, to the colonist a stirring up the dust, I'll show a better gentleman than the whole kit on ...
— Great Expectations • Charles Dickens
... one single bite, Or how the venom, once suckt in, Might spread and rage thro' kith and kin. Mad folks of all denominations First turn upon their own relations: So that one Goulburn, fairly bit, Might end in maddening the whole kit, Till ah! ye gods! we'd have to rue Our Goulburn senior bitten too; The Hychurchphobia in those veins, Where Tory blood now redly reigns;— And that dear man who now perceives Salvation only in lawn sleeves, Might, tainted by such coarse infection, ...
— The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore • Thomas Moore et al
... just a bit o' crimson red tailor's cloth to cover the soft plaace 'pon a lil baaby's head 'fore the bones of en graw together. An' I reckon 'tis better to have it then not. I seem you'd do wise to take the whole kit; an' you'm that well-to-do that 'twouldn' be worth thinkin' 'bout. 'Twould be cheaper'n a shop; an' theer's everything a royal duke's cheel could want; an' a butivul robe wi' lacework cut 'pon it, an' lil bits o' ribbon to tie in the ...
— Lying Prophets • Eden Phillpotts
... disrespectable to you or the rest of the hofficers—no, not by no manner of means whatsomever. All we want to say is just this here: that all hands on us, down to the powder-monkeys, begs most respectably to wolunteer for this here boardin'-party; and we hopes as how you'll take the whole kit of us, 'ceptin' of course the black-sheep as your honour spoke of just now, and let them and the 'jollies' look arter the old barkie, who won't mind takin' care of herself for an hour or two—God bless her!—while us, her precious hinfants, is ...
— Under the Meteor Flag - Log of a Midshipman during the French Revolutionary War • Harry Collingwood
... tied the whole kit and caboodle of them in the woodshed up behind the house, where they'd be dry, then I started to get the milkpail. Right then I heard the gosh-awfullest screech I ever heard in my life. Sounded like thunder and a freshet and a forest-fire ...
— Year of the Big Thaw • Marion Zimmer Bradley |
