Brenda Spender, Punch, Volume 147, Issue 3826… (19th and 20th century)
“ He's so unique—so utterly unlike anyone else's umbrella. I know you'll love him." I did as soon as ever I saw him coming out of the cloak-room hanging on her arm. There was a gentle coyness in the turn of Herbert's handle, a nutty daintiness about his little gold tie which made me look involuntarily for his socks. "Now, you wait and see if someone doesn't try to run off with him before we get home," said Stella-my-niece. "I'll hold him on a long lead so that people will think he's out by himself, and we'll await developments." ”
