But I guess Hale's memory is like a ragbag—stuffed with odds and ends that he can't get hold of when he wants 'em.
Her mind was like a ragbag into which she had been frantically thrusting whatever she could grab.
I don't want a walrus, thirty years old, with ragbag clothes that fit her a foot off.
He was dreadfully dirty and unshaven, his collar and frock-coat looked as if they had been fished up from a ragbag.
Phil's outfit might have come from the ragbag, too, it was so tattered and patched.
"As if any man would want to squeeze such a ragbag o' tawdry finery and milliners' tinsel," said Radisson afterward to me.