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.