I am alone, save for the inevitable restaurant which hovers on the near horizon, in a beautiful grove of old oak trees averaging some 16 or 18 feet apart, through whose leaves the sunshine filters and dapples the clear ground or grass that lies between them.
"The Letters of William James, Vol. II"
William James
They stood there in the wood loneliness, dapples of sunlight flickering on them through the leaves.
"Country Neighbors"
Alice Brown
Tippy and dapples aren't going to be thrilled.
"Star-Dust A Story of an American Girl"
Fannie Hurst