But while I'm lying here I wonder what all the other fellows are doing-they're such good chaps-real, true, clean men-out there you seem to get to essentials-all the rest is leather and prunella-and I want to be back among them again.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
Lady's slipper, prunella vulgaris.
"John Keble's Parishes"
Charlotte M Yonge
Barbara, if she really might have been dressed, would be as likely as not to be comfortable in a sack and skirt and her "points,"-as she called her black prunella shoes, that were weak at the heels and going at the sides, and kept their original character only by these embellishments upon the instep,-and to have dumped herself down on the broad lower stair in the hall, just behind the green blinds of the front entrance, with a chapter to finish in some irresistible book, or a pair of stockings to mend.
"We Girls: A Home Story"
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney