Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up.
Do you suppose my hair will really be a handsome auburn when I grow up?
The last call was answered immediately by a small fair creature with pale auburn
hair and grey eyes, little more than four years old, who ran out silently and put her hand into her mother's.
She was about six and twenty, rather tall and very slender, her hair was neither chestnut nor auburn
, but a most decided bright, light red; her complexion was remarkably fair and brilliant, her head small, neck long, chin well turned, but very short, lips thin and red, eyes clear hazel, quick, and penetrating, but entirely destitute of poetry or feeling.
There were heads with golden hair, brown hair, rich auburn
hair and black hair; but none with gray hair.
On one side his languid interest would have been instantly roused by Cecilia's glowing auburn
hair, her exquisitely pure skin, and her tender blue eyes.
But I alluded to my native rector--meaning the rector of my native village, Auburn.
I do not recollect what name you gave, but it was not Auburn, nor have I ever heard of any such place.
Going to deliver lectures on Woman's Rights," said the young gentleman who was carefully examining his luxuriant crop of decidedly auburn hair, as he lounged with both elbows on the chimney-piece.
As if he had learned to care for some one a great deal more than for himself," answered Polly, with sudden color in her cheeks, and a sudden softening of the voice, as her eyes turned away from Tom, who was the picture of a complacent dandy, from the topmost curl of his auburn head to the tips of his aristocratic boots.
She was extremely pretty, with a profusion of auburn
hair, and a few very tiny freckles, to which she constantly alluded, as no one could possibly detect them without noting her porcelain skin and her curling lashes.
He had read many descriptions of love, and he felt in himself none of that uprush of emotion which novelists described; he was not carried off his feet in wave upon wave of passion; nor was Miss Wilkinson the ideal: he had often pictured to himself the great violet eyes and the alabaster skin of some lovely girl, and he had thought of himself burying his face in the rippling masses of her auburn