little shaver

Pshaw, Nell, I was a little shaver then, only ten years old.

If the little shaver hadn’t yelled as hard as the dog, I wouldn’t have gone wid him.

“He is a dear little shaver, isn’t he?” laughed Mr. Fabian.

Even as a little shaver Luke had realized that, Nat was the family wilding, the migratory bird that yearned for other climes.

Never had any other idea since he was a little shaver.