1
Hermoine pushed a tray of honeyed figs out of a slave's hands.
2
I knew he wasn't figged out for nothing, put in Jock.
3
Why, I am figged out like a princess, and I never wear sabots now.
4
Well, and ain't they figged out!
5
It was not in the least to blame; and it seems most unreasonable to have expected it to bear figs out of season.
6
"Oh, I guess not," said the boy, as he sat down on a tin cracker box and began to eat figs out of a box.