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He
nodded
good
-
humoredly
.
"
But
how
can
you
tell
?
"
she
asked
.
"
When
you
meet
a
dragon
that
has
eaten
a
swan
,
do
you
guess
by
the
few
feathers
left
around
the
mouth
?
That
’
s
what
it
is
—
a
body
like
this
is
a
dragon
,
all
scales
and
folds
.
So
the
dragon
ate
the
white
swan
.
I
haven
’
t
seen
her
for
years
.
I
can
’
t
even
remember
what
she
looks
like
.
I
feel
her
,
though
.
She
’
s
safe
inside
,
still
alive
;
the
essential
swan
hasn
’
t
changed
a
feather
.
Do
you
know
,
there
are
some
mornings
in
spring
or
fall
,
when
I
wake
and
think
,
I
’
ll
run
across
the
fields
into
the
woods
and
pick
wild
strawberries
!
Or
I
’
ll
swim
in
the
lake
,
or
I
’
ll
dance
all
night
tonight
until
dawn
!
And
then
,
in
a
rage
,
discover
I
’
m
in
this
old
and
ruined
dragon
.
I
’
m
the
princess
in
the
crumbled
tower
,
no
way
out
,
waiting
for
her
Prince
Charming
.
"
"
You
should
have
written
books
.
"
"
My
dear
boy
,
I
have
written
.
What
else
was
there
for
an
old
maid
?
I
was
a
crazy
creature
with
a
headful
of
carnival
spangles
until
I
was
thirty
,
and
then
the
only
man
I
ever
really
cared
for
stopped
waiting
and
married
someone
else
.
So
in
spite
,
in
anger
at
myself
,
I
told
myself
I
deserved
my
:
fate
for
not
having
married
when
the
best
chance
was
at
hand
.
I
started
traveling
.
My
luggage
was
snowed
under
blizzards
of
travel
stickers
.
I
have
been
alone
in
Paris
,
alone
in
Vienna
,
alone
in
London
,
and
all
in
all
,
it
is
very
much
like
being
alone
in
Green
Town
,
Illinois
.
It
is
,
in
essence
,
being
alone
.
Oh
,
you
have
plenty
of
time
to
think
,
improve
your
manners
,
sharpen
your
conversations
.
But
I
sometimes
think
I
could
easily
trade
a
verb
tense
or
a
curtsy
for
some
company
that
would
stay
over
for
a
thirty
-
year
weekend
.
"
They
drank
their
tea
.
"
Oh
,
such
a
rush
of
self
-
pity
,
"
she
said
good
-
naturedly
.
"
About
yourself
,
now
.
You
’
re
thirty
-
one
and
still
not
married
?
"
"
Let
me
put
it
this
way
,
"
he
said
.
"
Women
who
act
and
think
and
talk
like
you
are
rare
.
"
"
My
,
"
she
said
seriously
,
"
you
mustn
’
t
expect
young
women
to
talk
like
me
.
That
comes
later
.
They
’
re
much
too
young
,
first
of
all
.
And
secondly
,
the
average
man
runs
helter
-
skelter
the
moment
he
finds
anything
like
a
brain
in
a
lady
.
You
’
ve
probably
met
quite
a
few
brainy
ones
who
hid
it
most
successfully
from
you
.
You
’
ll
have
to
pry
around
a
bit
to
find
the
odd
beetle
.
Lift
a
few
boards
.
"
They
were
laughing
again
.
