Eventually the incubus appeared as a boy with golden curls.
She was a happy child, and pretty from a baby, with her close golden curls.
Bo ran a hand through his cap of golden curls.
A small girl with golden curls stood in a corner telling off a Furry.
Her golden curls had come out of a bottle.
A sad message for young women, particularly those whose ethnic backgrounds did not provide them with golden curls.
The father asks the no longer tiny son, "Where is my trusting baby with golden curls?"
On the screen, the little girl's face, surrounded by golden curls, is a study of nervous fear.
He was a handsome boy with beautiful long golden curls.
He carefully opened his eyes to a mass of golden curls on the pillow beside him.
