She leant lazily back in her chair, waving a plumy fan, sometimes, with a soft, even motion.
"A Vanished Hand"
Sarah Doudney
Broad daylight revealed a scene of desolation, with the sea running furiously against the strewn beach, and with the cocoanut grove a ragged waste, its snapped boles standing upright and the long plumy tops dragging on the ground.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
The day was a brave one; the sky was stuffed with plumy clouds and the rich colors of a reverberating sunset.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker