Deidre ran back up to her room and looked over the assortment of shoes.
The warmth ran back up her neck and into her cheeks.
Turning her mother's head this way and that, she fastened on the cap and, hurriedly kissing her gray hair, ran back to the maids who were turning up the hem of her skirt.
Then he jumped down and, his boots scrunching the snow, ran back to his sleigh.
