Penny laughed, and with her arm linked in his, glided on to the fire where a group of noisy young people were roasting wieners and boiling coffee.
"The Cry at Midnight"
Mildred A. Wirt
She has no comfort whatsoever, but the doctor has the solace of his kommers, so let us wish that his beer may be forever flat, his wieners mildewy, and the mustard mouldy like the horrible nest of young Hilsenhoff.
"The Strange Adventures of Mr. Middleton"
Wardon Allan Curtis