You people yonder are different from others in many respects, but you ought not to go without a hat, Jason; your hair is as white as mine." "And wholly gone from the crown," replied the old man, laughing.

"It's more faithful to you women; I suppose out of gratitude for the better care you bestow.

I need neither hat, cloak, nor sandals! An old countryman doesn't fear the morning chill.

When a boy, I was as white as your master's little daughter, the fair-faced Xanthe, but now head, neck, arms, legs, every part of me not covered by the woolen chiton, is brown as a wine-skin before it's hung up in the smoke, and the dark hue is like a protecting garment, nay better, for it helps me bear not only cold, but heat.

There's nothing white about me now, except the beard on my chin, the scanty hair on my head, and, thank the gods, these two rows of sound teeth." Jason, as he spoke, passed his hard, brown finger over the upper and then the under row of his teeth; but the housekeeper, puckering her mouth in the attempt to hide many a blemish behind her own lips, answered: "Your teeth are as faithful to you as our hair is to us, for men know how to use them more stoutly than women.