"Well, you see father told me about them the other day when we were fishing in this same place. "It seems that long ago when people were not very wise, they believed all sorts of queer things. They told strange stories about the things which they did not understand. "In those days kingfishers were called halcyons. Some said these birds made nests which floated on the sea. "As long as these eggs or birdlings were in the nest, the people said, the sea would remain smooth and the weather fair. "Ever since then, when we hear any one speak of 'halcyon days,' we know that they mean pleasant happy days." "Then," laughed Phyllis, "this has been one of the 'halcyon days' even though you failed to catch any fish." Then two tired little people trudged home through the river reeds and down the lane. On their way the blue kingfisher flashed by, chuckling harshly deep down in his throat. THE HALCYON BIRDS That evening Phyllis opened a new book and on almost the first page she saw something about the halcyon birds. "Perhaps it is Jack's story," she said. Then she curled herself up on the soft sofa and this is the story she read. In the beautiful long ago, in the wonderful country of Greece there lived a king, wise and just and peaceful. His people loved him. The king lived in a marble palace on the top of a low hill. With him lived his wife, the lovely Queen Halcyone. But though the king was wise and just and good, his heart was sad. There was unrest in the land. Troubles were rife in Greece. At length one day the king came to the room where Queen Halcyone sat with her maids. They were spinning carefully and happily together. "My Halcyone--my queen," said the king, "as you know, I am greatly troubled and disturbed. I do not know what is the best thing for me to do. I must seek wise advice from the gods." Queen Halcyone dropped her distaff and looked in fear at the king. "I must go," said the king to Halcyone, "on a long journey across the seas. As you know, in the Temple of Apollo there is a wise oracle. To this oracle must I go in search of counsel." Then the lovely Queen Halcyone's heart was filled with sorrow. She feared that harm might come to the king, whom she loved for his goodness and his kindness. Halcyone fell on her knees before the king. She begged him to postpone this terrible journey across the seas. "Indeed," cried she, "there are cruel dangers, O my king! The journey is long and wearisome. Remain at home with me!" The king smiled pityingly upon his lovely queen. He kissed her gently before he answered. "It seems to me," he said, sadly, "that there is no other way. I must go." "Ah, then, I pray, take me also. Let me share the dangers and the weariness." "You could not--" the king began. "In truth it would be easier far than to bear the loneliness and dread when you are gone. It would be weary waiting for your return!"