fair-haired boy

Perhaps it always seems that way at the time, but surely we face our fair share right now.

A little boy of four was moved to passionate grief at the sight of a dead dog taken from a pond.

You see, I'd always thought of him as the boy whom Great-aunt Lucia described having seen.

Poor Squinty ran and tried to hide under the straw, for he knew the boy was talking about him.

Finally, let me ask the general reader to put aside all prejudice, and give both sides a fair hearing.

Grandmamma sits in her quaint arm-chair— Never was lady more sweet and fair!