Title girl in a children's book series set in Paris

Usage examples of madeline.

Cal Galbraith, became troubled with strange thoughts which clamored for attention till he laid eyes on the Mission girl, Madeline.

Cal Galbraith crossed over with great strides, angrily, and spoke to Madeline in polyglot Chinook.

Madeline had been in Intel, and even an airhead screw-up with a serious drinking problem could pick up a lot of potentially dangerous skills there, which is why Laura braved the rain to run a hasty check on the car.

If he still needed it, he had the clinching confirmation that the story which had sounded so preposterous was true that after all Madeline Gray was not just a silly sensation-hunter and celebrity-nuisance, but that the invention of Calvin Gray might indeed be one of those rare fuses from which could explode a fiesta of fun and games of the real original vintage that he loved.

Madeline Gray and her father sat side by side on a divan close to the door.

He didn't know for how long they would be likely to detach three able-bodied officers for the sole job of providing a full-time personal bodyguard for Madeline Gray.

She had seen Madeline Bassett approaching, and no cook likes to have to explain to her employer why she has been bonneting her employer's guests with china basins.

It was a southerly slope, and therefore semi-arid, covered with cercocarpus and yucca and some shrub that Madeline believed was manzanita.

But if he had really been hiding Madeline Gray in New York, the Ungodly would naturally expect him to stay close to her.

Through an opening between crags Madeline caught a momentary glimpse of the west.

Simon afterwards had a dim impression of running feet, of Madeline Gray crying out something incoherent.

If she ran into any close acquaintances who recognized her as Madeline Denare, it would be easy enough to invent a story about some romantic escapade or wager.

He was an avid theater-goer and she didn’t want him to recognize her as Madeline Denare, either.

And by that time he was spun around with his back to the wall between the two windows, temporarily safe from any more careless exposure, and looking at Madeline Gray's white face with a quite incorrigible silent laughter in his eyes.

Her aunts, Margo and Madeline Breaux, had stopped at nothing in setting up their mail-order-tea dynasty.