peachblow

Her eyes were dreamily bright, her cheeks genuine peachblow, her expression a happy one, tinged with reminiscence.

She wore an imported gown of peachblow satin that must have been a considerable item of expense to her doting father.

In one corner was a tall Chinese cabinet topped by two exquisite peachblow vases.

Among them was this tea set, those two peachblow vases, and that print on the east wall.

Peachblow the while was petulantly taking the color out of a canvas that was a false alarm.