Whether I should call the white-haired lady an "old" lady or not, I really do not know.

No doubt she was old, as we count old, but yet, except for her hair, she did not look so.

She was very small, and she was dressed entirely in white, and her hands were the prettiest little things you ever saw.

But as she did not look up, Hugh and Jeanne could not at first judge of her face.

They stood staring at her for some minutes without speaking.