She ceased her frantic efforts as suddenly as she had begun them, drying her hands and tousling her hair fiercely.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
She awoke with a song, sometimes kneeling up in bed, with her pretty brown hair tousling down over her shoulders and chirruping softly to herself into the little bird's-eye-maple dressing-table mirror, before she flung her feet over the side of the bed.
"The Vertical City"
Fannie Hurst
He gathered the two girls in his mighty arms, tousling them with rough tenderness.
"Alice of Old Vincennes"
Maurice Thompson