Both pretty noses sniffed and sniffed again as the girls bent over the pan, regardless of the steam which was ruining their crimps and reddening their noses.
"Spinning-Wheel Stories"
Louisa May Alcott
Barbara herself had pinched Arctura's crimps, and tied the little white bow among-them.
"We Girls: A Home Story"
Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney
She smoothed out her crimps with a wet and ruthless hand; fastened up her pretty hair in the simple way Jack liked; gave her once cherished bonnet a spiteful shake, as she put it on, and utterly extinguished it with a big blue veil.
"Kitty's Class Day And Other Stories"
Louisa M. Alcott