A roar went up, a roar from their very hearts, like the yell which had burst up from their little-boy game-centers.
She made the gesture of the little-boy athlete, feeling the biceps of one arm, moving her forearm up and down.
For a moment, with that odd, little-boy gesture of his, he held on to my sleeve.
How can I go to sleep and wait until morning to know if those lovely, blue, little-boy eyes will never look up at me again?
Long-Shanks at last threw off Little-Boy, took two steps backward and picked up his cap from the ground.
