honeybunch

"N-n-nothin' but a drink of water, Honeybunch sweetness," he stammered back.

God bless you, honeybunch, and I'm glad William has brought you home at last, the rascal.

Honeybunch was a good girl, but she was as strong as a six-mule team, and a cautious man just naturally shied away from her.

Honeybunch smelt his breath and then she smelt a mouse, but she wasn't much of a talker and she didn't ask any questions—of him.

"Shorely not, Honeybunch darlin'," he finally fetched up, though he was hardly breathing.