“No; they are very fine people—high, great.”
“But only monsters and evil spirits have hair growing from the chin and awful, blue-glass eyes,” protested Hyacinth.
Whereupon Koma quietly brought a small mirror from his room, held it before her face, and bade her look within.
She stared curiously and somewhat timorously.
“What do you see?” he inquired, quietly.
“Little girl,” she said, in a faint voice.
“Yes, and what color are her eyes?”
The eyes within the glass became enlarged with excitement. The lips parted. Hyacinth put her face close to the glass.
“They are blue, also,” she said, shrinking.
“Very well, then. You, also, have blue eyes, Hyacinth.”