As she baked and sang I stood beside her on a Creepie watching the process and awaiting the end, for at the close of each batch of bread I always had my "duragh"-an extra piece.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
I found myself being pressed gently down from the low Creepie to the floor.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
The three-legged Creepie-stools that were hired out at a penny an hour to such market-women as came too late to find room on the steps were unoccupied; knocked over here and there, as if people had passed by in haste.
"Sylvia's Lovers -- Complete"
Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell