But now he has had enough of it.

Ah! this steam--this steam! Do you know that it is stronger than horses or oxen, or the united strength of a whole army of giants?
That diligent enquirer Hero of Alexandria discovered this lately.
"But our little invalid has had enough of it, we must not overheat him.
Now, take a linen cloth--that one will do though it is not very fine.
Fold it together, wet it nicely with cold water--there is some in that miserable potsherd there--and now I will show you how to lay it on the child's throat.
"You need not assure me that you understand me, Klea, for you have hands--neat hands--and patience without end! Sixty-five years have I lived, and have always had good health, but I could almost wish to be ill for once, in order to be nursed by you.

That poor child is well off better than many a king's child when it is sick; for him hireling nurses, no doubt, fetch and do all that is necessary, but one thing they cannot give, for they have it not; I mean the loving and indefatigable patience by which you have worked a miracle on this child's mind, and are now working another on his body.

Aye, aye, my girl; it is to you and not me that this woman will owe her child if it is preserved to her.
Do you hear me, woman?
and tell your husband so too; and if you do not reverence Klea as a goddess, and do not lay your hands beneath her feet, may you be--no--I will wish you no ill, for you have not too much of the good things of life as it is!" As he spoke the gate-keeper's wife came timidly up to the physician and the sick child, pushed her rough and tangled hair off her forehead a little, crossed her lean arms at full length behind her back, and, looking down with out-stretched neck at the boy, stared in dumb amazement at the wet cloths.

Then she timidly enquired: "Are the evil spirits driven out of the child ?" "Certainly," replied the physician.