Beyond them, in the prolonged northern twilight, the waters of the bay took on a peculiar Pewtery brightness, but with the usual mourning-edged border of Scotch seacoast scenery.
"A Protegee of Jack Hamlin's and Other Stories"
Bret Harte
The two aunts go on sitting in the same position immovably, with their arms folded across their bosoms and doze, staring with their Pewtery little eyes at the lamp.
"The Cook's Wedding and Other Stories"
Anton Chekhov