Then she bounded up the steps and
through the paneled, desolate hall, taking joy in climbing the dog-gates
at the turn of the stairs, which she could easily have opened--and she
did not pause until she reached her own room in the battered south wing,
and was soon curled up in the broad window sill, her hands clasped round
her knees.
For this was a wonderful thing which had come into her life.--She had
met someone who could see the other side of her head! Henceforth there
would be a human voice, not only a fairy's, to converse with her.
Indeed, the world was a very fair place!
Here, Priscilla found her when it was growing dark, still with the rapt
expression of glad thought on her face. And the elderly woman shook her
head. "That child is not canny," she muttered, while aloud she chided
her for idleness and untidiness in having thrown her cap on the floor.
But Halcyone flung her arms round Priscilla's neck and laughed in her
beard.
"Oh, you dear old goosie! I have been with the Immortals on the blue
peaks of Olympus and there we did not wear caps!"
"Them Immortals!" said Priscilla.
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