Her people-Miss Nannie's-lived up in Indiany, an' dey was jes's po' as watermelon rinds, and when her mother died Marse Henry sent for her to come live wid him, 'cause he said Miss Rachel-dat was dat woman's own chile by her fust husband-was lonesome.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
As she finished her last dainty bite he threw away the crusts and rinds of his meal and came over to her.
"The Literary Sense"
E. Nesbit
His melons were the biggest and the sweetest, with the reddest hearts and the smoothest rinds in the district.
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville