Some mirror, his face tiny and distorted in her eye.

Rub the tiny green face with the ball of the thumb.

His tiny bearded face was turned up to it in wonder.

I looked at her tiny face, and back to him.

But as she spoke, the tiny face wore the smile of a great, grand woman.

He had got one look at the tiny face.

She turned that tiny face to mine, with those solemn eyes.

The tiny face peered up, screaming yet making no sound.

A tiny, solemn face, mostly big blue eyes, looked up at her.

She had looked at him with her big eyes in her tiny face.