Hester Paine, as a young lady, fulfills the promise of her girlhood.
Her girlhood had in it a certain dignity as of a virgin priestess or sibyl.
The complacent sophistries of her girlhood no longer answered for truth.
Because I will never cause you to blush for the history of your wife's girlhood.
It was a face of girlhood, almost mature—a face with wonderment on it now.