But little Mary Elizabeth, why, she ain't none too angelic to git a good healthy spell o' the pouts once-t in a while, but ef she's handled kind an' tender, why, she'll come thoo without havin' to humble herself with apologies.
"Sonny, A Christmas Guest"
Ruth McEnery Stuart
Little Mary Elizabeth, why, she looks so purty when she pouts, now, that I've been tempted sometimes to pervoke her to it, thess to witness the new set o' dimples she'll turn out on short notice; but I ain't never done it.
"Sonny, A Christmas Guest"
Ruth McEnery Stuart
She turned to him a face soft, with one of the pouts he usually found irresistible.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst