He got his old shabby wallet out and rooted in it.

"That'll take a bite out of the old wallet, won't it?"

I watched my husband load the contents from his old wallet into each.

It was a very old and very battered black wallet.

Described as having a squat body and the skin tone of an old wallet.

You take a thin old wallet that once knew fatness.

"My old wallet just took up too much space," he said.

The green kind that folds up and fits right into the old wallet.

I only have an old wallet and some keys in there.

Even the emergency hundred dollars in my old wallet is still there.