CHAPTER IX
I AM REMINDED OF MY SONS AGAIN
The little girl who made the fourth of
our group was Nashan, whom I met
under peculiar circumstances.
My father was in the habit of taking me with him whenever he went for a long walk. Generally other men went with us, and their conversation consisted of politics, a subject which delighted me especially, though I could but half understand it.
On one such day, we were walking on the St Nicholas Road, which was long and wide, with the hills on one side, scattered cypress trees and the sea on the other. The sun was setting, the heat of the day was calming; and the Sea of Marmora, roused by the breeze, was rythmically lapping the shore, and adding freshness to the hour.
My father as usual was discussing politics with another Greek, and I, my hoop over my shoulder, was holding fast to one of his long fingers, while my little feet heroically tried to keep step with the big feet beside them.
At a turn in the road we came upon a group
