Believe me, it is true, strange as it must seem.
"First and last, I pray and offer sacrifice indeed for Diodoros and his recovery.

My brother Alexander, too, who is in danger, I would fain commend to you; but he is well in body, and your remedies are of no effect against the perils which threaten him." Here she ceased, and gazed into the faces of the statues, but they would not look so friendly as before.

It was, no doubt, the smallness of her offering that had offended them.

She anxiously drew out her little money-bag and counted the contents.

But when, after waking the priest, she had asked how much a goat might cost for sacrifice, her countenance cleared, for her savings were enough to pay for it and for a young cock as well.