She turned to go back, but paused as she caught sight of a girl, about her own age, standing against the deck railing, looking over into the sea.

She was not a pretty girl.

Her face was too dark and thin, according to Lloyd's standard of beauty, and her mouth looked as if it were used to saying disagreeable things.
But Lloyd thought her interesting, and admired the scarlet jacket she wore, with its gilt braid and buttons, and the scarlet cap that made her long plaits of hair look black as a crow's wing by contrast.

Her hair was pretty, and hung far below her waist, tied at the end with two bows of scarlet ribbon.
The girl glanced up as Lloyd passed, and although there was a cool stare in her queer black eyes, Lloyd found herself greatly interested.

She wanted to make the stranger's acquaintance, and passed back and forth several times, to steal another side glance at her.