Val, Tucking a side comb hastily into her freshly coiled hair, her pretty self clothed all in white linen, appeased eagerly in the doorway.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
She sat down upon the foot of the bed, carefully Tucking her gingham apron close about her so that it might not come in contact with the other.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
I put her on her bed and slipped off her dressing gown, Tucking her in for the night.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford