Grudginess

[…] laughing at her impatience over the delay, and grumbling a little over the grudginess with which they were bestowed; until, finally he threw the roll into her eager hands, and followed his laughing sister[…]

Mrs. Pierre glanced around the parlor, and observed with the slightest hint of grudginess in her voice, “You is luckier than most. You is wealthy.” The older woman, obviously waiting for an answer, sat back in her chair,[…]

We all got along very well, and there was none of that grudginess anymore. Instead of shooting twelve setups a day, as we had with a full crew, we were now shooting twenty-five or twenty-six setups a day.

“You can't do anything,” Stanley groaned, “but wait for her grudginess to subside. She's always been like this, but I think with everything that's happened in the past couple months, it's worse.” I sighed.