1895, Frances E. Crompton, Messire and other stories - Page 79:Little Gluck nodded seriously, and, sitting down cross-legged under the big cherry-tree, fell to contemplation of the world in general; and Uncle Peter's eyes twinkled comically through the wreaths of smoke. "Well, sonling, what troubles thee?
2004, Flora Annie Webster Steel, Dramatic History of India:Nay! nay! stand of thyself, sonling. So, right in the middle all alone, quite alone.
