This was of gold—not red, not auburn, not flaxen, but pure and living gold.
She was plump, pleasant-looking, with a piquant smile and flaxen hair.
The man released her, and, to her surprise, gently touched her flaxen hair.
Netta knelt, and the garland was thrown over her flaxen curls.
And the wind, playing with his long, flaxen beard, flung it into his face.
On the second one of her visits to the child's room she put her hand on the flaxen head.
First of all his mother took hold of him by the flaxen hair, and pulled it.
Why had his mother pulled his flaxen hair and boxed his ears?
Just then a flaxen head peeped in, and two big eyes stared at him.
No zest for her great noble frame, her surge of flaxen hair.