His eyes were large and dark, with a pleasant, merry sparkle in them.

Around his neck he wore a high ruff, but in spite of this Trot could see that below his plump cheeks were several scarlet-edged slits that looked like the gills of fishes, for they gently opened and closed as the boy breathed in the water by which he was surrounded.

These gills did not greatly mar the lad's delicate beauty, and he spread out his arms and bowed low and gracefully in greeting.
"Hello," said Trot.
"Why, I'd like to," replied the boy with a laugh, "but being a mere slave, it isn't proper for me to hello.

But it's good to see earth people again, and I'm glad you're here." "We're not glad," observed the girl.

"We're afraid." "You'll get over that," declared the boy smilingly.