Once you disappeared suddenly and when you returned you brought a crown of leaves and orange blossoms, which you placed upon my head, calling me Chloe.

For yourself you made one of vines.

But your mother snatched away my crown, and after mashing it with a stone mixed it with the _gogo_ with which she was going to wash our heads.

The tears came into your eyes and you said that she did not understand mythology.

'Silly boy,' your mother exclaimed, 'you'll see how sweet your hair will smell afterwards.' I laughed, but you were offended and would not talk with me, and for the rest of the day appeared so serious that then I wanted to cry.