It was a girl--of about Anthea's age.

Her hair was short and fair, and though her skin was tanned by the sun, you could see that it would have been fair too if it had had a chance.

She had every chance of being tanned, for she had no clothes to speak of, and the four English children, carefully dressed in frocks, hats, shoes, stockings, coats, collars, and all the rest of it, envied her more than any words of theirs or of mine could possibly say.

There was no doubt that here was the right costume for that climate.
She carried a pot on her head, of red and black earthenware.

She did not see the children, who shrank back against the edge of the jungle, and she went forward to the brink of the river to fill her pitcher.