she was so brisk and jolly and sympathetic -- a real page, so everybody said -- while the brothers and sisters were carter to their marrow; carters with fair hair and blue eyes, and small, fine, wistful features; but dorinda had merry black eyes, plump, dusky-red cheeks, and a long braid of glossy dark hair, which was perpetually being twitched from one shoulder to another as dorinda whisked about the house on domestic duties intent.