Raveloe lay low among the bushy trees and the rutted lanes, aloof from the currents of industrial energy and Puritan earnestness: the rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families, and the poor thought that the rich were entirely in the right of it to lead a jolly life; besides, their feasting caused a multiplication of Orts, which were the heirlooms of the poor.
"Silas Marner The Weaver of Raveloe"
George Eliot
His sum, no matter how many times he figgered it out, stood nothin' but Orts, nothin' but clear loss to him, here and hereafter.
"Samantha at the World's Fair"
Marietta Holley
"Well, what you might call the same, it is the same figgers with the six Orts left out.
"Samantha at the St. Louis Exposition"
Marietta Holley