me Together, Roget and walked and ruayed He was a perfect triend for an adventure. He watched when I fell and laughed when I stood up again. He sat quietly while I watched a new insect. if I spent too long in one place, he lay down in the shadows and slept. Roger and met a lot of people. One of the and most interesting was the Rose-beetle Man tint aw him on a high, empty road, carrying bugs of vegetables and boses of chickens on his back. With one hand he played a pipe and in the other he held pieces of string. On the end of each piece of string was a rose-beetle, gold and green in the sun, These beetles flew noisily round his hat trying to escape from the strings. lthen he saw us, the Rose-beetle Man stopped with a jump and lifted his hat. He smiled. touched his pockets and then moved a finger and thumb together. realred that he wanted money and that he could not speak. So, in the middle of the road, I talked and he used his face and his body to reply. asked about the beetles. He pointed at the sky and held his arms out. Aeroplane, of course. He pointed at the beetles, then at me to show children', and waved the beetles round his head. The man sat down at the side of the road and opened one of his bags, Inside were six small tortoises. My favounte was quite small with bright eyes and a beautiful colour, I asked about the price. The Rose-beetle Man showed me ten fingers, but knew Greek country ways now and I showed him two He showed me nine fingers: showed three. He thought with closed eyes and then showed me six. oftered five. Roger looked bored. The man thought for a minute. Then he gave me the tortoise, We named the tortoise Achilles. After a few weeks we put him out in the garden, but he always came to us when we