Mr. Carlyon took Aphrodite into his hands and raised her head, examining
every point with minute care, and now her expression appeared to change
and grow sad in the different effect of light.
"I do not want her to be up upon a pillar like Artemis and Hebe, who are
still in the hall," Halcyone said. "She could not talk to me then, she
would be always the same. I like to hold her this way and that, and then
I can see her moods and the blue silks keeps her nice and warm."
"It is a great possession," said Cheiron, "and I understand your joy in
it," and he handed the head back to the child with respect.
Halcyone bent and caressed it with her soft little velvet cheek.
"See," she said. "Once I was very foolish and cried about something and
the tears made this little mark," and she pointed to two small spots
which did not gleam quite so much as the rest of the surface. "Tears
always do silly things--I am never so foolish now." And then her young
voice became dreamy and her eyes widened with a look as though she saw
far beyond.
"Cheiron--all the world is made for gladness if we only do not take the
ugly things with us everywhere.
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