A ghost of color was going up her throat, staining her cheeks.
"I am not afraid of anything," Gracie said, eyes aglow as well as cheeks.
The glow on her cheeks was not all caused by the fresh air of the spring day.
Garson relaxed his immobility, and a little color crept into his cheeks.
Mary was standing rigid now, and the rare color flamed in her cheeks.