fit

If a home is happy it cannot fit too close—let the dresser collapse and become a billiard table; let the mantel turn to a rowing machine, the escritoire to a spare bedchamber, the washstand to an upright piano; let the four walls come together, if they will, so you and your Delia are between.

“Tabaqui came to me not long ago with some rude talk that I was a naked man’s cub and not fit to dig pig-nuts.

It’s a far worse thing than her fit of temper.

I’ll make it to fit my niece, Jenny Gillis, for she and Anne are as like as two peas as far as figure goes.”