"And now taste this that I have in my hand; what is it ?--I see you know.

It is called--whisper in my ear.

That's right, mil--mil-milk! to be sure, my tiny, it is milk.

Now open your little mouth and say it prettily after me--once more--and again--say it twelve times quite right and I will give you a kiss--Now you have earned a pretty kiss--will you have it here or here?
Well, and what is this?
your ea-?
Yes, your ear.

And this ?--your nose, that is right." The child's eyes brightened more and more under this gentle teaching, and neither Klea nor her pupil were weary till, about an hour later, the re-echoing sound of a brass gong called her away.