The names Crayoned on the doors of my bedrooms in big red letters bear testimony-as well as some soiled under-linen and a glassentuch marked v.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard
I remember supposing even his Dresden of the empty weeks to bristle with precious images and every form of local character-this a little perhaps because of his treating us first of all to a pair of whimsical Crayoned views of certain animated housetops seen from his window.
"Notes of a Son and Brother"
Henry James