One was an elderly man with flashing, black eyes, hooked nose, and a long grey beard.

The other was much younger, but I do not remember him so well.
They were both brown in colour, but otherwise almost like white men; not Negroes by any means.

My hoop hit the elder man, and I stood still, not knowing what to say.

He bowed politely and picked it up, but did not offer to return it to me.

They talked together rapidly, and one of them pointed to the moon-shaped birthmark which you see I have upon my neck, for it was hot weather, and I was wearing a low-cut frock.