E. Littell, « An Only Son », part 3, (Dublin University Magazine), The Living Age, n° 884, vol. 69, Boston, Littell, mai 1861, p. 357.
Some of her rose leaves still swam on the water ; some were sodden, and had sunk under it. A caddis grub, or some such creature, had rolled one up and plastered it slimity with bits of stick and small pebbles. Constance shuddered to see the crooked leglets of the wee crawling thing moving it along the smooth bottom of the big marble.