At once. Provincial.
1848.
| She heered a foot, an’ knowed it tu, | |
| A-raspin’ on the scraper,— | |
| All ways to once her feelins flew | |
| Like sparks in burnt-up paper. | |
Lowell, ‘The Courtin’.’ |
1859. She was good-lookin’, and I kind o’ liked her from the very fust: I reckon she did me, too, but not to-once, I expect.—Knick. Mag., liii. 206 (Feb.).
