They had a long time of waiting to get over through the still summer night, but still Rob was strangely excited, wondering whether Sandy had really, in Pottering about, discovered a new indication of the whereabouts of the herring, or whether he was to go back to Erisaig in the morning with empty nets.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
Another time Chee was Pottering about in the garden when his mistress called him.
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash
And while I picked up an evening paper she went on with her Pottering about the bureau.
"The Debit Account"
Oliver Onions