The cup that old Mary saw in the tea leaves seemed something more than "blether" when it was noised abroad that Anna and Jamie were to be married.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
It isn't all blether, dear."
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
I've letters to write, and I can't be tormented by his blether, so I am rushing Jane to the door with orders to look him firmly in the eye and tell him I am out.
"Dear Enemy"
Jean Webster