Indeed, had it not been for her silver hair, and the white Mutch with the big frill that she wore on her head, Maisie would have taken her for a little girl, she wore such a very short skirt, only reaching down to her knees.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
She was in bed, fast asleep; but he rapped sharply on the window, and when she rose and put her old face, framed in its white Mutch, close to the pane to ask who was there, he bent forward and told her his errand.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
Haud awa out an' see what they want, till I fling on a clean Mutch an' an apron, an' mak mysel wiselike."
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Vol. XX"
Alexander Leighton