Young, modest, rose and white, and just about as tall as Your Majesty.

If you will allow me, I will not tell you who she is, till after I have been to our tent to fetch the gems with the copies of the marble." "You will find them in an ivory casket at the bottom of my clothes-chest," said Publius; "here is the key." "Make haste," cried the queen, "for we are all curious to hear where in Memphis you discovered your modest, rose and white Hebe.".