For her thin lips were parted as if she were speaking to some one, and her long fingers worked convulsively with the strings of her black alpaca apron.
"Little Miss Joy"
Emma Marshall
And there goes Mrs. Skinner looking like a lamp-post, dressed in a grey alpaca; she looks as grim as ever.
"Little Miss Joy"
Emma Marshall
Vibart shouted, springing into the road and catching Mr. Carstyle's alpaca sleeve.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton