Clytie

“She hates to leave you, but how can you recollect all th”—Clytie didn’t want her to say “youngens,” but she couldn’t think of the other word—“youngens,” she said at last, remembering too late the word Clytie liked was “kids.”

The Dollmaker Harriette Arnow 1954

Mike Turbovitch was begging Enoch to come play on the hockey pond, and behind him a girl in a bright red coat was calling Clytie.

The Dollmaker Harriette Arnow 1954

And so through the ages has the Nymph turned her dew-washed face toward the heavens, and men no longer call her Clytie, but the sun-flower, heliotrope.

Good Stories for Holidays Frances Jenkins Olcott 1917

And so through the ages has the Nymph turned her dew-washed face toward the heavens, and men no longer call her Clytie, but the sun-flower, heliotrope.

Good Stories for Great Holidays 1914

The youngest girl, Clytemnestra -- called Clytie for short -- was eleven; her sister, Gwendolen -- called Gwen for short -- was thirteen; nice girls, and comely.

The $30,000 Bequest and Other Stories 1872

The tragical termination of the alchemist's experiments, the pathetic yielding up of life by his sweet "Clytie," is described with an impressive tenderness.

The Life and Genius of Nathaniel Hawthorne Frank Preston Stearns 1881

It was an amiable weakness of Mrs. Morpher to imagine that "Clytie" was

Selected Stories of Bret Harte Bret Harte 1869

Following this fallacy she threw "Clytie" at the head of M'liss when she was "bad," and set her up before the child for adoration in her penitential moments.

The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales With Condensed Novels, Spanish and American Legends, and Earlier Papers Bret Harte 1869

Nor was she discreetly affected to the delicate extremes of the corner of a white handkerchief, as was the tender-hearted "Clytie," who was talking with her "feller" and ogling the master at the same moment.

Selected Stories of Bret Harte Bret Harte 1869

But as soon as she looked again on the charming face, with its large, languishing Asiatic eyes, and delicate mouth -- just like that of the lotus-leaved "Clytie," which she loved so much, -- Olive felt all her interest revive.

Olive A Novel Dinah Maria Mulock Craik 1856