The Prince had gone pink about the ears at my rebuke.
Rosie went delightfully pink and looked at her feet; she would have to say something.
Her lips pursed up and she went very pink again.
She had gone pink, but she didn't avoid his eye.
Nonetheless, the tips of his ears had gone quite pink.
This made us the brief center of attention and my reluctant hostess went very pink, but held her ground.
The back of his neck went pink but he didn't come back.
"Except for the buff color that goes rather pink when the sun sets," she said.
He still wasn't looking at me, but his cars had gone pink, and I belatedly realized the point of this religious discussion.
It was a moment of such pure joy that I probably went pink with pleasure.