There on the floor near the hearth lay a little brown sandal, one of its strings pulled out and making a Curlycue on the floor.
"The Little House in the Fairy Wood"
Ethel Cook Eliot
Here are ten thousand women going by in clothes that would make a lily turn red and burn up with shame, and an equal number of proud gents with Curlycue collars on their overcoats, and I want to do the sight justice.
"Homeburg Memories"
George Helgesen Fitch