She was really pretty. No, pretty was not the right world to describe her. Beautiful, yes, that was the world. Arthur liked those small, curly ponytails coming to her shoulders, the irritated eyebrow she got when her brother said something she didn't agree with. And yet, she would smile at him if he repeated the same thing. She reminded him of an angel, his personal little celestial being, who came to Earth just to make him look at her.
Girls were most definitely different from boys, of that he was sure. But he couldn't help liking little Gwen Leodegrance.