The girl looked at him, blushing and dimpling with shy delight.
Sandy Rowl responded readily to this dimpling, flashing banter.
“More,” said Mrs. Wescott, emphatically, dimpling happily at her memories.
"Heartsease for thought," said Gerard, and kissed her dimpling mouth.
"I don't care why you sing so long as you sing," said Essie, dimpling again.
In vain did she protest with the most radiant and dimpling of smiles.
"And whether it is poetry or not I like it," she added, dimpling again.
"For Willett and for George the Virginian, sir," she said, dimpling and dropping me a courtesy.
Dimpling with pleasure, her rosy face beaming, Peggy began to read.
This was Chrie, the laughing, dimpling, blushing Chrie—his betrothed!