"It was one of those very fair children one sees now and then.

It was not like its mother.
She was not one of the White People." "The White People ?" he repeated quite slowly after me.

"You don't mean that she was not a Caucasian?
Perhaps I don't understand." That made me feel a trifle shy again.

Of course he could not know what I meant.

How silly of me to take it for granted that he would! "I beg pardon.