goldenhaired

"Pipe the getup on this dodo," commented a little goldenhaired doll that rested on a low ivory pedestal.

Tek Kill Shatner, William 1996

He gingerly lifted a goldenhaired baby doll off a chair and sat.

Tek Money Shatner, William 1995

The arrival of the goldenhaired twins was a major event at the hotel.

Twilight’s Child V.C. ANDREWS 1992

The arrival of the goldenhaired twins was a major event at the hotel.

Twilight’s Child V.C. ANDREWS 1992

The King was convinced of the young man's sincerity, and with a letter of introduction, Avenant set out for the Court of the goldenhaired beauty, riding alone, according to his wish, and thinking as he went how he best could woo the Princess for his beloved master.

My Book of Favorite Fairy Tales Edric Vredenburg

In this way the pretty game ran on, the little goldenhaired, golden - faced, golden-voiced child dancing so gayly in their hearts, but nestling in them too, after her wilful fashion, until the serious thing came -- the tragedy.

The Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker 1897

In this way the pretty game ran on, the little goldenhaired, golden-faced, golden-voiced child dancing so gayly in their hearts, but nestling in them too, after her wilful fashion, until the serious thing came -- the tragedy.

Romany of the Snows, Continuation of "Pierre and His People" Gilbert Parker 1897

In this way the pretty game ran on, the little goldenhaired, golden - faced, golden-voiced child dancing so gayly in their hearts, but nestling in them too, after her wilful fashion, until the serious thing came -- the tragedy.

Romany of the Snows, Continuation of "Pierre and His People", v3 Gilbert Parker 1897

'I couldn't find anything swell enough for Aunt Amy, because she has everything she wants, so I brought a little picture that always makes me think of her when Bess was a baby'; and he handed her an oval ivory locket, on which was painted a goldenhaired Madonna, with a rosy child folded in her blue mantle.

Jo's Boys Louisa May Alcott 1860

Just to the south, on the baseball diamond—our people’s pattern supreme—the local Little League game is entering the late innings, the baby-blue-shirted players positioned straightaway and shallow, in the bleachers their parents only appearing to sit churchquiet and still, the sole perceivable movement a bounding goldenhaired dog tracking down a Frisbee in deep, deep centerfield.

Archive 2006-12-01 Bruce Schauble 2006