“Lovely.”
“I wonder what the new principal will be like,” Evelyn said, musingly, after riding awhile in silence.
“I presume he will be very much like other young men. The main thing to consider is, if he is a good teacher,” Maria said.
“What makes you cross, sister?” Evelyn whispered plaintively.
“I am not cross, only I don't want you to be silly.”
“I am not silly. All the girls are wondering, too. I am only like other girls. You can't expect me to be just like you, Maria. Of course you are older, and you don't wonder, and then, too, you knew him when he was a boy. Is he light or dark?”
“Light,” Maria replied, looking out of the window.
“Sometimes light children grow dark as they grow older,” said Evelyn. “I hope he hasn't. I like light men better than dark, don't you, Maria?”
“I don't like one more than another,” said Maria shortly.
“Of course I know you don't in one way. Don't be so cross,” Evelyn said in a hurt way. “But almost everybody has an opinion about light and dark men.”