I should look that up! My very favorite is a delicate edition of The Visits of Elizabeth, an early epistolary Elinor Glyn in which an adorable young ingenue stumbles through the adulterous romances of her elders without noticing them.

The Rooses told me it was n't "quite nice" for girls to loll in hammocks (and they sat on chairs) — that you could only do it when you are married; but I believe it is because they don't have pretty enough petticoats. Anyway, Lady Doraine and that horrid Smith creature made a place for me in the empty hammock between them, and, as I knew my "frillies" were all right, I hammocked too, and it was lovely.

Small form factor, white cover, interior illustrations. Ah, the vanished days!