A few strands of white hair had escaped from beneath the great mob of lace that frilled her nightcap, and hung over forehead and cheek, which were lined and wrinkled like a walnut shell, only ten times as deeply.
"The Master of the Ceremonies"
George Manville Fenn
She was dressed like all women of the middle class in that part, in a dark red skirt and black silk apron, and on her head she wore a black silk frilled cap.
"St. Peter's Umbrella"
Kálmán Mikszáth
Therefore, it was upon a time-damaged, cap-frilled countenance that Katharine Maitland's dismayed glance fell as she sprang from the stage and inquired: "Are you my Aunt Eunice?"
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond