Till 8 P.M. from our run from Western Port the soil of all the land from abreast of Elizabeth's Cove to Cape Shanks is excellent; after you round Cape Shanks and stand to west the land is invariably low and sandy with little hummocks here and there of grass and small bushes till you get down as far as this supposed harbour; on the opposite side the land gently rises a little for about 10 or 12 miles, seemingly good ground, it then sweeps away in a long bight of low land which we could just perceive at sundown...
— from The Logbooks of the Lady Nelson With the journal of her first commander Lieutenant James Grant by Ida Lee

I mean to put a stop to this nonsense; but after all, a little bit of larking like that with a lot of high-spirited generous creatures, what does it matter in the long run?
— from Not Like Other Girls by Rosa Nouchette Carey

Sometimes a low burst of light laughter would issue from among them, in spite of the reprimanding “Chut” which upon such occasions arose from the further end of the room.
— from Reminiscences of Prince Talleyrand, Volume 2 (of 2) by Colmache, M., active 19th century

[92] A. Jonas, Quincy, same date: H. Greeley delivered a lecture before our lyceum last evening—a large crowd to hear him.
— from The Life of Lyman Trumbull by Horace White

“Father, I saw him cut four alder sprouts as much as six feet long, with a little bunch of leaves left on the end, and then he stuck ‘em under the hame-straps on Frank’s collar.”
— from The Unseen Hand; or, James Renfew and His Boy Helpers by Elijah Kellogg

"Come, Flossie and Freddie, I have a little bit of lunch left, and you might as well eat it, so you won't be hungry on the way home.
— from The Bobbsey Twins at School by Laura Lee Hope