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say you are old," said Halcyone-- "and what are they about?
I would like to know that. My books so seldom interest me."
He handed her one through the window, but it was written in Greek and
she could not read it. She frowned again as she turned over the pages.
"Perhaps there is something nice in that," she said.
"Possibly."
"Well, won't you tell me what?"

"That would take a long time--suppose you come in and have tea with
me, then we could talk comfortably."
"That sounds a good plan," she said, gravely. "Shall I climb through the
window--I can quite easily--or would you like me to go round by the
door?"
"The window will serve," said the old man.
And with one bound as light as a young kid, Halcyone was in the room.
There was a second armchair beyond the pile of books, and into that
she nestled, crossing her knees and clasping her hands round them.
"Now we can begin," she said.
"Tea or talk?" asked the old man.
"Why, talk, of course; there is no tea--"
"But if you rang that bell some might come."
Halcyone jumped up again and looked about for the bell. She was not
going to ask where it was--she disliked stupid people herself. The old
man watched her from under the penthouse of his eyebrows with a
curious smile.
The bell was hidden in the carving of the mantelpiece, but she found it
at last and gave it a lusty pull.
It seemed answered instantaneously by a strange-looking man,--a dark,
extremely thin person with black, dull eyes.
The old man spoke to him in an unknown language and he retired
silently.
"Who was that?" asked Halcyone.
"That is my servant,--he will bring tea."

"He is not English?"
"No--does that matter?"
"Of course not--but what country does he come from?"
"You must ask him someday."
"I want to see countries," and she stretched out her slender arms, "I
want to fly away outside the park and see the world."
"You have time," said the old man.
"When I am big enough I shall run away--I get very tired of only the
Aunts La Sarthe. They never understand a word I say." "What do you
say?"
"I want to say all sorts of things, but if it isn't what they have heard a
hundred times before, they look shocked and pained."
"You must come and say them to me then, perhaps I might understand,
and in any case I should not be shocked or pained."
"They remind me of the Three Gray Sisters, although there are only
two of them--one eye and one tooth between them."
"I see--there is something we can talk about at all events," said the old
man. "The Three Gray Sisters are friends of yours--are they?"
"Not friends!" Haley one exclaimed emphatically. "I can't bear them,
silly old things nodding there, with their ridiculous answers to Perseus,
saying old things were better than new--and their day better than his--I
should have thrown their eye into the sea if I had been he. Do all old
people do that?--pretend their time was the best?--do you? I don't mean
to."
"You are right. It is a bad habit."
"But are they better, the old things?"

The old man did not answer for a moment or two. He looked his visitor
through and through with his wise gray eyes--an investigation which
might have disconcerted some people, but Halcyone was unabashed.
"I know what you are doing," she said. "You are seeing the other side
of my head--and I wish I could see the other side of yours, I can the
Aunts' La Sarthe and Priscilla's, in a minute, but yours is different."
"I am glad of that--you might be disappointed, though, if you did see
what was there."
"I always want to see," she said simply--"see everything; and
sometimes I find the other side not a bit what this is--even in the birds
and trees and the beetles. But you must have a huge big one."
The old man laughed.
"You and I are going to be good acquaintances," he said. "Tell me
some more of Perseus. What more do you know of him?"
"I have only read 'The Heroes,'" Halcyone admitted, "but I know it by
heart--and I know it is all true though my governess says it is fairy-tales
and not for girls. I want to learn Greek, but they can't teach me."
"That is too bad."
"When things are put vaguely I always want to know, them--I want to
know why Medusa turned into a gorgon? What was her sin?"
The old man smiled.
"I see," said Halcyone, "you won't tell me, but some day I shall know."
"Yes, some day you shall know," he said.
"They seem such great people,