"When one misfortune comes another always follows.

Look at him Arsinoe.

Do you remember how the fever took poor Berenice?
Sickness, uneasiness, and a burning head .-- Have you any pain in your head my boy ?" "No," answered Helios, "but I feel so sick." The steward opened the child's little shirt to see if he had any spots on his breast, but Arsinoe said, as she bent over him: "It is nothing much, he has only overloaded his stomach.

The stupid old woman gives him every thing he asks for, and she let him have half of the currant cake, which we sent her to fetch before we went out." "But his head is burning," repeated Keraunus.
"He will be quite well again by to-morrow morning," replied Arsinoe.
"Our poor Selene needs us far snore than he does.

Come father.