When she finally found a five-cent piece, a tear had wiggle-waggled down her cheek and fell, splotching the back of her glove.
"Every Soul Hath Its Song"
Fannie Hurst
At his side stood Mahaffy, a yellow pallor splotching his thin cheeks.
"The Prodigal Judge"
Vaughan Kester
splotching the whole with imperial and gorgeous purple, hung masses of bougonvillea between trellis and masonry.
"The Lighted Match"
Charles Neville Buck