Whenever she can get hold of a piece of ribbon she plaits it in her hair, and the men in the street turn round to look at her.

She is sixteen now." "Sixteen! What, little Arsinoe! Why, how long then is it since your mother died ?" "Four years and eight months." "You remember the date very exactly; such a mother is not easily forgotten, indeed.

She was a good woman and a kinder I never met.

I know, too, that she tried to mollify your father's feeling, but she could not succeed, and then she need must die!" "Yes," said Selene gloomily.

"How could the gods decree it! They are often more cruel than the hardest hearted man." "Your poor little brothers and sisters!" The girl bowed her head sadly and Pollux stood for some time with his eyes fixed on the ground.