"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.