"It wasn't an easy road," she told him, and then as suddenly as an April sun may break Dartingly through rainclouds she laughed, and in her violet eyes flashed the old merriment and whimsical humour.
"The Tempering"
Charles Neville Buck
With an odd little gasp of joy the girl reached out Dartingly and touched Barton on his sleeve.
"Little Eve Edgarton"
Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
Ever when the silver gleam of the Plough had run its farthest from the farmer, the cry sounded; and at the sound the gleam wavered and stayed and flew back Dartingly to the farmer's side.
"The Field of Clover"
Laurence Housman