I liked her looks so well that I said to myself: 'Everybody talks about how fine she is.
I shouldn't wonder if I had better save her for Peter'; but if I decide to, you should act that poison stuff out, because it's sure as shooting to attack any one with the soft, delicate skin that goes with a golden head." "Oh, let's leave it in," said Peter, "and dispense with the golden head.
By the time you get that stream planted as you're planning, I'll have become so accustomed to a dark head bobbing up and down beside it that I won't take kindly to a sorrel top." "That is positively sacrilegious," said Linda, lifting her hands to her rough black hair.

"Never in my life saw anything lovelier than the rich gold on Louise Whiting's bare head as she bent to release her brakes and start her car.

A black head looks like a cinder bed beside it; and only think what a sunburst it will be when Mary Louise kneels down beside the iris." When they had finished their supper Linda gathered up the remnants and put them in the car, then she laid a notebook and pencil on the table.
"Now I want to hear that article," she said.

"I knew you would do it over the minute I was gone, and I knew you would keep it to read to me before you sent it." "Hm," said Peter.

"Is it second sight or psychoanalysis or telepathy, or what ?" "Mostly 'what'," laughed Linda.