"Is everything ok?" "I'm getting old and gray trying to keep up with them," John teased with a wink. "Things are fine," Michele said. "We've learned a lot about Bath and pirates and have been swimming a lot, and they have the neatest little library here, but . . ." Michele stopped and slumped down in a heap on the floor by her Mother's feet. ". . . but they haven't found that missing head yet?" Mother finished. "Exactly!" Michele said. "Just finding that stupid old head would solve everything, and I would have a chance to be in a real play before I'm old and gray." "Such ambition!" said Mother. "I was delighted to get published before I was thirty. But I guess your reach should exceed your grasp." "It seems like my grasp has been at straws so far this summer," Michele said. A quizzical two plus-two-equals-four look came over John's face. "Just how hard have you kids been looking for that head?" he asked. "Oh . . ." Michele began, biting her tongue for saying too much. "We've just been keeping our eyes open." "Hm, I think I'd better keep eyes open," John said, winking at Mother again. "Lash them to the yardarms!" "Now, who's acting," Mother said and laughed."