"Ah, he was a man," said the Capsina; "but when did you ever know a woman who thought that? Why, it is only when we are going as fast as we can that we are in a hurry; if we are not going our quickest, we are not in a hurry." Mitsos was lying on the deck, with his cap pushed over his eyes, and his back against the mast. "That is not what Uncle Nikolas meant," he remarked. The Capsina laughed. "Wisest little Mitsos, explain to me, then." "He meant--he meant--Oh, surely you see what he meant," said Mitsos, feeling too sleepy to express himself. "Well, anyhow, his nephew is not in a hurry," said Sophia, looking at his lazy length. "His nephew is completely comfortable," said Mitsos. "It is very good to be on this ship, and my bones are sweet to me." Sophia felt a trifle irritated with him. It had been extraordinarily pleasant to her to see him make himself so readily at home the evening before, but just now she felt a little ill-used at his entire contentment with the brig and her and himself. She would have preferred a little feeling of some sort to any amount of pure content. But a moment afterwards he looked up quickly. "There is a breeze coming," and he got up. "Yes, there it comes," he said, pointing southward. "We shall have to square sails till we get round again. Shall I give the order, Capsina?" "Please." Then when he joined her again: "How did you know the breeze was coming, little Mitsos?" "I don't know. Perhaps I smelt it. Really, now you ask me, I find I can't tell you." "That is curious," said the Capsina. "I had heard there were men who could do that, but I put it down to folks' tales. Michael, I think, knows sometimes, and now I look at you I notice your nostrils grow big and small like a dog's." "They are as God made them," said Mitsos, piously. The Capsina laughed. "Oh, inimitable boy!" she cried. "Come, let us look round the ship again. Yes, it is good to be at sea, is it not? Here comes the breeze indeed. There! Did you see her shake herself as if she woke up suddenly, this beautiful shining ship, all ours! See how quickly she gathers way! We shall be at Hydra by five if this holds. Of course you will live with me there till we start, but I expect we shall be on the ship more than off. You might well have smelt the breeze, Mitsos, for surely it smells very good, and there is more to come, or I am the more mistaken."