Although Elinor gazed directly at Fritz, there was no suspicion in her calm blue eye.
"Doesn't she remind you of my cousin, Edith Blair?" whispered Martine to Amy.
"I can't say that they look much alike."
"Oh, Amy, please don't be literal, too. I mean she believes everything Fritz says, and between him and Mr. Weston she'll have a hard time."
"And a strange opinion of Harvard," added Brenda, who had joined the two speakers.
As the majority of the party, including Elinor, were now out of hearing, Brenda thought this a good time to ask Martine to explain her prejudice against Elinor, "who seems a pleasant and dignified girl," she concluded.
"Yes, that's it; she's too dignified for her size, she ought to be bright and jolly and—"
"But remember, please, that she's among strangers. You can't dislike her simply because she's quiet and dignified, so you might as well confess."
"Well, then," replied Martine, "if I must, I must; but you'll understand, when I tell you that she's the girl who knocked my hat off."
Amy looked puzzled and Brenda smiled as she responded, "Oh, the girl whom you tried to knock down with your umbrella. I suppose that is what has made that scratch on her face. No wonder she is on her dignity with you."