"I don't know."
"I shouldn't think he is," she said comfortably.
"He may be. He had a fine head, I remember."
"Oh! What do you call a fine head?"
"A good shape, good size. It's difficult to explain."
"Oh!" she said again, and after a moment's consideration she added: "But he ought to be cleverer than me, because he's so much older. What coloured hair had he?"
"I don't know. It was dark, I think—yes, like his father's."
"And what colour was his mother's? You didn't tell me anything about her, Ned."
"I told you everything I could remember, dear."
"I meant about her looks."