One-half of the pink roses were on the table, and one from the other half was in her hair.
By the way, you are not acquainted with the pink room, I think?
It was strewn with pink buds; some just opening into beauty, some half-blown.
The bed was a marvel of pink and white drapery; so was the dressing-bureau.
The bones of lamb are pink, while those of mutton are white.
At the impetuous outflinging of her hands, the floor was strewn with pink petals.
Probably he was the kind of man that the name sounded like; a dude with pink cheeks.
"Oh, it's just like a pink story," she cried, clapping her hands.
We stuffed the pink dainties with mint, and baked them in balls of clay.
If she had been pink first and white afterward, I should have been alarmed.