Chocolatish

A dusty walk through the old town of Tewkesbury, locally noted for its stocking manufactures and its fine church, was pleasantly succeeded by a delightful walk through green meadows covered with flowers of all hues, and by the river, which we cannot in this notice denominate shining, inasmuch as its colour was somewhat chocolatish, if we may be allowed the expression.

But, strange to say, though the drink was chacolate^([sic]) in color and had a chocolatish taste, there was not a piece of chocolate in the drink- […]

Besides, she makes fudge—perfectly lovely fudge, all whitish and chocolatish and nuttish. Wasn’t it only last January, when I was away down in lonesome land, when Elizabeth Ann sent me the nicest box of whitish and chocolatish fudge you ever saw?

“Thanks. A biscuit-finding light; your car really does have everything.” “Map-reading light. This car’s old as the hills.” “Here. You can have a horrible old chocolate thing or half a digestive, or a wafer—or here’s a whole digestive. Or a custard cream or a bourbon.” “What’s on earth’s a bourbon when it’s a biscuit?” “This sort of chocolatish sandwich object.”