Reed's Prehistoric Peeps.
The mother and her little ones were of the higher sub-type:
they had delicate skins, beautiful faces, clear musical
voices. They were Iberians in blood, but improved; purified
and refined as by fire; gentleized and spiritualized, and to
the lower types down to the aboriginals, as is the bright
consummate flower to leaf and stem and root.
Often and often we are teased and tantalized and mocked by
that old question:
Oh! so old--
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told--
of black and blue eyes; blue versus black and black versus
blue, to put it both ways. And by black we mean black with
orange-brown lights in it--the eye called tortoise-shell; and
velvety browns with other browns, also hazels. Blue includes
all blues, from ultramarine, or violet, to the palest blue of
a pale sky; and all greys down to the grey that is almost
white. Our preference for this or that colour is supposed
to depend on nothing but individual taste, or fancy, and
association. I believe it is something more, but I do find
that we are very apt to be swayed this way and that by the
colour of the eyes of the people we meet in life, according as
they (the people) attract or repel us. The eyes of the two
little girls were black as polished black diamonds until
looked at closely, when they appeared a beautiful deep brown
on which the black pupils were seen distinctly; they were so
lovely that I, predisposed to prefer dark to light, felt that
this question was now definitely settled for me--that black
was best.
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