"You know we vowed an offering to Dionysus for our escape, since he himself once fell into the hands of pirates, so we went at once to his temple.

Mother knew the way; and as we--she, I mean, and Dada and myself..." "Heh! what is this ?" interrupted Karnis, now for the first time noticing the dish before him.

"A fowl--when we are so miserably poor?
A whole fowl, and cooked with oil ?" He spoke angrily, but his wife, laying her hand on his shoulder, said soothingly: "We shall soon earn it again.

Never a sesterce was won by fretting.
Enjoy to-day's gifts and the gods will provide for to-morrow." "Indeed ?" asked Karnis in an altered key.

"To be sure when a roast fowl flies into one's mouth instead of a pigeon....