"See anything peculiar about it?"
"Nothing except its beauty."
"Not about the eyes?"
"No,—only I believe it is they that make the face so sorrowful."
"Very like. You generally see just such big mournful-looking eyes in the faces of people that are called—octoroons."
"What?" cried the Captain, dropping the picture in his surprise.
"Just so," Jim answered, picking it up and dusting it carefully before restoring it to its place in his pocket-book.
"So, then, it is part true, after all."
"True!" exclaimed Jim, angrily,—"don't make an ass of yourself, Captain."
"Why, Given, didn't you say yourself that she was an octoroon, or some such thing?"