We war sittin', auntie Jean an' mysel', i' the MIDS o' the room, no wi' oor backs til the bed, nor yet wi' oor faces, for we daurna turn aither o' them til't.
"Warlock o' Glenwarlock"
George MacDonald
I' the MIDS o' the meantime I'm gaein' aff o' yer property the nearest gait-an' that's straucht efter my nose."
"Warlock o' Glenwarlock"
George MacDonald
So ludicrous did it seem, that the three "MIDS," disregarding all ideas of danger, broke forth with one accord into a strain of loud and continuous laughter.
"The Boy Slaves"
Mayne Reid