The peachblow was all gone from White Pigeon's cheek, but she was fairly wise and reasonably good—I'm certain of that.
Among them was this tea set, those two peachblow vases, and that print on the east wall.
peachblow was her pupil—sent over from Bradford, Pennsylvania, where her father was a "producer."
peachblow the while was petulantly taking the color out of a canvas that was a false alarm.
One of our party named the other, and the more beautiful, peachblow Mountain, a poetic and perfectly descriptive name.
She wore an imported gown of peachblow satin that must have been a considerable item of expense to her doting father.