Louisa May Alcott,
Morning-Glories and Other Stories…
(1867)
“ Suddenly Ned said, rather crossly, "I wish my shadow wouldn't mock me. Every time I stretch or gape it does the same, and I don't like it." "Poor thing, it can't help that: it has to do just what you do, and be your slave all day. I'm glad I ain't a shadow," said Polly. "I try to run away from mine sometimes, but I can't ever. It will come after me; and in the night it scares me, if it gets big and black," said Will, looking behind him. "Wouldn't it be fun to see shadows going about alone, and doing things like people?" asked Polly. ”
