Only the trained eye could have identified them among a score or two of their congeners.

For the most part, they were dingily fair, with snub noses, coarse mouths, and eyes of an indeterminate blue.

Of that type, once blowsily good-looking, was Mrs.
Button herself.

But Paul wandered a changeling about the Bludston streets.

In the rows of urchins in the crowded Board School classroom he sat as conspicuous as any little Martian who might have been bundled down to earth.