good-morning

From good morning.^[1]

good-morning (plural good-mornings)

1. Alternative form of good morning.
   • 1883, Alfred M[arshall] Mayer, “Bob White, the Game Bird of America”, in Alfred M. Mayer, editor, Sport with Gun and Rod in American Woods and Waters, volume II, New York, N.Y.: The Century Co., →OCLC, page 672:

     But if they are greeted with the sunrise and good weather, they cheep a good-morning to one another in soft, cheerful voices, and go at once to their feeding-grounds, where they regale themselves on the wheat of the stubbles, the buckwheat, the seeds of grasses, and the rag-weed, and on the berries of the haw, the gum, and the chicken-grape.

   • 1994 December, Marian Devon, chapter 14, in Lord Harlequin, New York, N.Y.: Fawcett Crest, →ISBN, page 103:

     She was just helping herself to kidneys at the sideboard, however, when Lady Lavinia entered. It was all she could do to suppress a sigh. Her good-morning was not entirely free of embarrassment.

   • 2016, Frederic S. Durbin, A Green and Ancient Light, New York, N.Y.: Saga Press, →ISBN, page 253:

     Once we’d said our good-mornings, I asked if he’d been to the screaming mouth.

good-morning (third-person singular simple present good-mornings, present participle good-morninging, simple past and past participle good-morninged)

1. (ambitransitive) To say good morning (to someone).

   Alternative forms: good morning, goodmorning

   • 1937 September 21, J[ohn] R[onald] R[euel] Tolkien, “An Unexpected Party”, in The Hobbit: Or There and Back Again, revised edition, New York, N.Y.: Ballantine Books, published February 1966 (August 1967 printing), →OCLC, page 19:

     “Good morning!” he said at last. “We don’t want any adventures here, thank you! […]” By this he meant that the conversation was at an end. / “What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!” said Gandalf. “Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, […] And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Beladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!”

   • 1941, Eric Knight, “The Yorkshire Man Flies Again”, in Wesley Winans Stout, editor, Post Stories of 1941, Boston, Mass.: Little, Brown and Company, published 1942, →OCLC, page 210:

     After breakfast this lad came in and said “Heil Hitler” and “Good morning.” Sam heiled Hitler and good-morninged right back, and the chap opened a portfolio and put down a lot of letters for Sam to sign.

   • 1988 October 10, Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul, London: William Heinemann, pages 83–84:

     The orderly arrived promptly in his well-pressed loose green tunic, good-morninged cheerfully, and bustled around locating bedroom slippers and dressing gown.

good-morning

1. Archaic form of good morning.
   • 1808, Noah Bisbee, The History of the Falcos. A Comedy, in Four Acts., part first, Walpole, N.H.: […] Observatory Press, →OCLC, act 3, scene 2, page 80:

     Sturnus Corvus, and Caius Alaudus. Good-morning, gentlemen. / Gallinarius Falco and Caius Graculus. Good-morning. / Caius Alaudus. Good-morning monsieur Falco. / Gallinarius Falco. Good-morning, you little fawning, meeching, creeping, sneaking, stinking puppy-dog.

   • 1869, Mark Twain [pseudonym; Samuel Langhorne Clemens], chapter III, in The Innocents Abroad, or The New Pilgrims’ Progress; […], Hartford, Conn.: American Publishing Company. […], →OCLC, pages 33–34:

     “Good-morning, Sir. It is a fine day.” […] “Good-morning, Sir. It is a fine day for pleasuring. […]”

   • 1872 September, “Through William Penn’s ‘Low Counties’”, in Lippincott’s Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, volume X, number 17, Philadelphia, Pa.: J[oshua] B[allinger] Lippincott and Co., →ISSN, →OCLC, page 260, column 1:

     He would always say, with grave cheer, ‘Good-morning, madam!’ to which Mary would reply, with her pure Quaker simplicity, ‘Art thou well, George?’ and pass on, to spread her napkined butter and cheeses in the quaint, breezy colonnades which you remember on Market street.