She was called the Lark in the neighborhood. The populace, who are fond of these figures of speech, had taken a fancy to bestow this name on this trembling, frightened, and shivering little creature, no bigger than a bird, who was awake every morning before any one else in the house or the village, and was always in the street or the fields before daybreak.
Only the little lark never sang.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Image: 1886 engraving by illustrator Émile Bayard for the first edition, and this engraving was prepared for an 1886 edition (via: april-mo on flickr)