Jack was a hobbledehoy son of the house, almost as much as Vincent.

Karl Meek was a lanky, awkward hobbledehoy, with a tousled head of hair and long red hands, which were always covered with chilblains.

The negro looked at the hobbledehoy for several seconds before he recognized in the lanky youth a little Arkwright boy whom he had known and played with in his pre-college days.

Peter stood looking at the hobbledehoy without smiling.

The hobbledehoy walked down the other side of the street, hands thrust in pockets, with the usual discontented expression on his face.

As he paced his room there came into the glory of Peter's thoughts the memory of the Arkwright boy as he sat in the cedar glade brooding on the fallen needles Peter recalled the hobbledehoy's disjointed words as he wrestled with the moral and physical problems of adolescence.

[Scot.], little one, brat, chit, pickaninny, urchin; bantling, bratling^; elf. youth, boy, lad, stripling, youngster, youngun, younker^, callant^, whipster^, whippersnapper, whiffet [U.S.], schoolboy, hobbledehoy, hopeful, cadet, minor, master.

" As though such a book as Hints and Helps had never existed, Abner shot for the gatehe was but a hobbledehoy fascinated with the idea of playing gentleman.

It was a little too crude, too much as yet in the transitory stage, in that civic hobbledehoy period which overtakes every village that shoots up over-swiftly to a city's dimensions.

The David, to state the matter frankly, is a colossal hobbledehoy.

The company arrived in automobiles, conspicuous among them Hinoe Pomaré, the big hobbledehoy son of Prince Hinoe, and, next to his father, heir to the throne.

If ever I perpetrate matrimony the participant in my degradation will be a fully developed mannot a hobbledehoy who falls in love, as he terms it, on an average about twice a week.

The only young men in this part of the world are the curate and two hobbledehoys, the sons of a person who lives in the place beyond Ledstone, and they are common and uninteresting and parvenu.

But I am sure that the tendency nowadays is, somehow or other, to prolong the hobbledehoy days.

There is nothing more delightful than to sit for a strictly limited time with a child who tells you what he means to do when he is a man; but when that same child, loud-voiced, insistent, unblushingly eager for praise, but thin-skinned as the most morbid of hobbledehoys, stands about all your ways telling you the same story in the same voice, you begin to yearn for something made and finishedsay Egypt and a completely dead mummy.

It was the hoarse croak of the hobbledehoy.

Age, as represented by the mature virgin, adored the brutes; youth, in the shape of a sprouting hobbledehoy, abhorred them altogether, and one evil minded black Tom in particular.