“Why Ruth! See! That is a woman!”
“A yellow-faced lady,” said Wonota calmly. “I saw her first, Miss Ruth.”
All three of the girls on the island stared after the moving motor-boat. Ruth saw the woman. She was dressed plainly but in modern garments. She did not seem to be one of the summer visitors to the islands. Indeed, her clothing—such as could be seen—pointed to city breeding, but nothing was chosen, it would seem, for wear in such a place as this. She might have been on a ferryboat going from shore to shore of the Hudson!
“She is a yellow lady,” Wonota repeated earnestly.
“I should say she was!” exclaimed Helen. “What do you think of her, Ruth?”
“I am sure I do not know what to say,” the girl of the Red Mill answered. “Does she look like a white woman to you, Helen?”
“She is yellow,” reiterated Wonota.
“She certainly is not an Indian,” observed Helen. “What say, Ruth?”
“She surely is not,” agreed her chum.
“A yellow lady,” murmured Wonota again, as the boat drew behind another island and there remained out of sight.