It is so lovely.

Don't you think so?
SHE is one of the White People." He stood very still, looking across the flowers at the group.

There was a singular interest and intensity in his expression.

He watched the pair silently for a whole minute, I think.
"Ye-es," he said, slowly, at last, "I do see what you mean--and it IS lovely.

I don't seem to know her well.