It is interesting in the evening to see the little Fireflies flying about all round the camps; they seem to be more and more each night.
"My Diary in Serbia: April 1, 1915-Nov. 1, 1915"
Monica M. Stanley
And I know about the Fireflies in the gardens round Florence-that's May, early May, while here we still sit up against the stoves.
"The Pastor's Wife"
Elizabeth von Arnim
Her ambitions rose like the sun, buoyant as young eagles, while the singers of the night before were hapless Fireflies, tangled in the dewy grass, their love-light dim, their singing lost.
"Rose of Dutcher's Coolly"
Hamlin Garland