A girl of seventeen might have worn the very short skirt and simple little coat, but like everything she wore, they made her, at the moment, look her best.
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
The mother rose and shook out her skirt and glanced furtively about her.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
She struck against a chair, fell from that to the floor, and lay a huddled heap, her crisp, ruffled skirt just giving a glimpse of tiny, half-worn slippers, her yellow hair fallen loose and hiding her face.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower