It grew a noble tree, producing a rich and luscious fruit, with a deep scarlet satin coat, and a flesh tinged as delicately as a pink seashell.
"Not Pretty, But Precious"
John Hay, et al.
It bore the resemblance of a huge polar bear, reposing upon the base of an inverted cone, with a twist of a seashell, and whirling slowly round and round.
"McGuffey's Fifth Eclectic Reader"
William Holmes McGuffey
But there's Vee, her wheat-colored hair fluffin' about her seashell ears and her big gray eyes watchin' me sort of quizzin' and impish.
"Torchy, Private Sec."
Sewell Ford