His eyes followed her as she gathered up her few personal and intimate possessions, comb, brush, little silken things of pale pink and blue.

Cheeks of a faint pink, an expressive, mobile mouth, a neck of dazzling white.

Then I see that there weren't no flowers nor tin wreaths on the coffinexcept there was one little buncha pinks, and they was a pretty sad-lookin' buncha pinks, too, sir.

She was as fresh and rosy as the morning itself, with the delicate pink and white of the convent still in her cheeks.

Stephen's friend, the young minister, had said to himself many times, as he walked up to its door between the quaint, trim beds of old-fashioned pinks and ladies' delights and sweet-williams which bordered the little path, "This is the only house in this town I want to live in."

Trouble increased as the car whizzed northward; the meows became wilder; mad scrambles agitated the basket; the lid bobbed and creaked; the girl turned a vivid pink and, bending close over the basket, attempted to soothe its enervated inmate.

Sometimes it would be blue with yellow stripes, then green with red stripes, and anon a lovely pink decorated with purple.

And Richard took it in his hand, an exclamation escaping him as he saw and smelled the fragrant pinks, whose perfume carried him first to Olney and Andy's weedy beds in the front yard, and then to Chicopee, where in Aunt Barbara's pretty garden, a large plant of them had been growing when he went after his bride.

But Juliet still sat silent, looking out before her at the golden pink of the apple-trees in the sunset light with grave quiet eyes.

They were of clear, ivory white, pinkish white, pale rose, deep rose, pale yellow, or straw color, orange yellow, blue and green mixed in glossy sheen, shades of pink running into rich reds, purples and grayish pinks, making the fair, sweet mother-o'-pearl.

The color is changed from the healthful pink to red, and the natural smooth surface becomes roughened and swollen, and secretes a tough phlegm.

I don't care if I never see him again," the girl said, bathed in angry pink.

Every detail flashed out clear in that vivid light his red quivering tongue, the lighter pink beneath it, the broad white teeth, the short brown beard cut into a peak and bristling forward.

They call this place Marcellis Roade, the cheiff haven towne in France, but hee keepes a road[50] in his oune howse wherein have ridd and bin ridd more leakinge vessayles, more panderly pinks, pimps and punkes, more rotten bottoms ballanst, more fly-boates laden and unladen every morninge and evenning tyde then weare able to fill the huge greate baye of Portingall.

In the glittering sunshine the prairie lay a riot of color; the first wild roses now had faded to a pastel pink, but on every bush there were plenty of new ones, deeply crimson and odorous.

Amid rare pinks and violets he lies, And one sweet pink low bending near, he eyes.

The pallor of her cheek had given place to a rosy pink; the hardness, the tension, the haggard self-repression that had aged her face, were all gone, and the girlish sweetness that had so bewitched me in the early days of our love had stolen back.

Early wild flowers, a shy pink or a modest blue, bloomed in the grass.

" Descending from the grove on the western side, was a low, swampy piece of ground, that had never yielded to cultivation, where we sometimes used to jump from one hillock to another in search of swamp pinks and cheeses which were to be found there in great abundance.

Originally of a bright red, this calico had faded to a pinkan undecided pink, inclining to orange.

Mary also took a little of the dust, and, having scattered it, she saw white lilies, and the most variegated pinks, pushing up.

But her complexion was her own; and her skin, free from paint and powder, glowed with that healthy pink that is supposed to be the perquisite only of the simple life and a conscience undisturbed.

Her cheeks were of a deeper, more attractive pink, and her breath came and went quickly.

We climbed up till we found once again a complete tea-garden of little sunk houses, almost invisible in the brown-pink recesses of the thick forest.

In full sunlight her cheeks were frosted like the surface of a peach, but the underlying cool pink of them was rather that of a cloud just after sunset, Richard decided.