And you shall have a black satin dress for Sundays-a real satin, not a Satinet or any of the shams.
"Shirley"
Charlotte Brontë
She sat hunched up in the pink-Satinet frock, the pink sequins dancing, and her small face smaller because of the way her light hair rose up in the fuzzy aura.
"Gaslight Sonatas"
Fannie Hurst
He was an odd figure, with thick hair of the shade of tow that burst out from under a slouch hat and muffled his neck behind; his coat was thread-bare and a bit too large; his trousers of Satinet fell loosely far enough to break joints with each bootleg; the dusty cowhide gave his feet a lonely and arid look.
"Darrel of the Blessed Isles"
Irving Bacheller