And what happened to the scared little girl of a few minutes ago?

But she doesn't look like a scared young girl.

The renaissance woman was a scared little girl inside.

She looked like a scared little girl, not a witch.

It turned out to be wonderful, to see her go from a nervous, scared girl to an open, willing woman.

I thought of the two girls, tied to the chairs, uncomfortable, scared, exhausted.

The girls, scared, run downstairs and into another room to hide.

She played at being a queen, yet sometimes she still felt like a scared little girl.

He blinked but agreed, and some time later ushered a scared girl into the room.

Or looking at his scared, stricken little girl, and seeing a future that could still happen?