Premise: I know what I 'm fighting for but I ca n't think of the word . ''<br>`` I guess you mean principle , '' I suggested .<br>`` Yes , that 's it , '' agreed Peter .<br>`` It 's all right to fight for principle .<br>It 's kind of praying with your fists . ''<br>`` Oh , ca n't you do something to prevent them from fighting , Sara ? ''<br>pleaded Cecily , turning to the Story Girl , who was sitting on a bin , swinging her shapely bare feet to and fro .<br>`` It does n't do to meddle in an affair of this kind between boys , '' said the Story Girl sagely .
Hypothesis: sara is a white person