Hinnerdale

The pictures of the magazine ladies were shameful, what with their short pants practically baring their Hinnerdales. Betsie ignored them while she waited for her turn to check out. “Thanks for shopping at Ayers Market,” the cashier told[…]

If she slid, she feared her feet would slip out from under her, and she would end up on her hinnerdale. “Stop,” Tyler said. “You're going to kill yourself skating like that.” He let go of one of her hands so he could skate beside her.

[page 8:] "Maybe, Mandy Helmuth, you should get your superior little hinnerdale off my[…]" [page 18:] Was he going to yell at her to mind her own business or tell her to get her little hinnerdale out of his way?

“That boy is just begging for a hinnerdale full of buckshot.” Lily stifled a giggle. “He's teasing you, Aunt B.” “Of course he's teasing. But dandelions are serious business. He shouldn't tease about my dandelions.

She preferred a swift smack on the hinnerdale with the spatula. It didn't hurt, but it got her point across.

“I think what he needs is a kick in the hinnerdale," Esther said. Cathy grunted in amusement. “Believe me, he's been kicked just about everywhere else.”

Backing away from him as if he were a ghost, she caught her heel on the edge of the curb and fell ungracefully on her hinnerdale into the snow on the sidewalk.

The last question almost knocked Hannah over on her hinnerdale. Do you love Hannah?