It caps all--you niver heard sec feckless wark," she was saying.
The missionaries assert that they are wholly without morals, never punishing the infringement of marital rights; petty thieves, and idle and feckless to the last degree.
The cuif is a feckless person of the male sex, who is a recognized butt for a whole neighbourhood to sharpen its wits upon.
Busy were the bailies, marshalling such of the burgesses as could be persuaded to take up arms, but all who joined them were feckless aged men, dealers and traffickers in commodities for the courtiers.
Boys, who when they were at school were looked upon as feckless funks, have performed valorous exploits, which any one remembering their school days would have regarded as absolutely beyond the bounds of belief.
The hero of the modern novel, if hero he can be called, is feckless and unsteady: like Dostoievsky he is continually on the look-out for what is round the corner.
It is a penetrating, shrewd comedy wherein many feckless people are portrayed to the life.
In the first instance, further progress by carriers was obviously out of the question, because, except for the fecklessone himself, there was not a man about the place.
The feckless Finn seemed struck with the idea; it had not occurred to him before.
So we sat down on the baggage and stated exactly to one another what we thought of the feckless Finn who owned Scurujaervi farm, and then with toil and weariness set about to work the canoe back to the place from which she had come.
We took thefeckless Finn in hand, turn and turn about, and (to use the beautiful symbolic language of the sea) we twisted his tail.
Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry were hanging about waiting to be paid, and we gave them what we had bargained for with the feckless one, and a douceur over for themselves, and then we went out and strolled about in the open air.
The feckless one roused sufficiently to make a grummet of withes to put round the steer's nose, and Tom Sawyer made a head-stall out of string, and bent on a check-rope to the grummet.
We put our bundles into the sledge, and lashed them there, and turned to give a final curse to the feckless Finn.
He was a feckless poor body, that Arran, or he'd have never let the old count and his daughter and the bairn get away.