He read the names on the cards: "Elliot Pearl, C. E." "Hoiden Pearl."
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Maurice Thompson
A bright face set in a mass of yellow curls, a wee white hand all spangled with jewels, a voice sweeter than any bird's, a name-Hoiden Pearl-these rang, and danced, and echoed, and shone in the recesses of his brain and heart to the exclusion of all else.
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Maurice Thompson
In the more innocent sense of the word she looked like her name, Hoiden.
"Hoosier Mosaics"
Maurice Thompson