him. I asked how much she wanted. She said twenty thousand sesterces. I said that was too much for any dog. She said to bring him back then. Finally I paid her the money. What does she do, but buy a turquoise brooch with it."
"Queer how those red-headed women do run after blue," said Proculus.
"Red-headed!" exclaimed Balbinus. "Nonsense, Fonteia's hair isn't red. It's the finest imaginable gold-copper. There isn't a handsomer head of hair in Italy."
"Certainly," Proculus hastened to admit. "But what about that brooch?"
"She bought it of Orontides," Balbinus went on. "Said she had been wanting it for a year. Showed it to me the next day. I told her I would have given her a dozen of them if she had hinted that she wanted one. She said that was different. I said I couldn't see the difference. She said I was stupid as usual. Anyhow, I have never seen her since without that brooch. She wears it no matter what color she is dressed in, red or yellow, green or violet, brown or gray."
"Don't you understand why?" asked Proculus.
"Not a bit," confessed Balbinus.
"Then you are stupid as she says," said Proculus.
"I suppose so," Balbinus admitted. "I'm generally stupid. I don't understand about
