"She--why, she's medium, I should think," invented Betty hastily. "Really, Dr. Eaton, I never noticed her particularly." Just then Betty's eyes fell on Roberta, who was standing alone near the door of Mrs. Kent's room. "Wait a minute," she commanded, "and I'll get Roberta Lewis. She knows Georgia pretty well, and she's very good at description. I know I'm particularly bad at it, for you've said so repeatedly yourself."