For a moment or two all felt the exquisite touch of the antique world, and Ethel said, in a tone of longing, "I wish that I had been a Greek and lived in Argos." "You would not have liked it as well as being an American and living in New York," said her father.
"And you would have been a pagan," added Ruth.
"They were such lovely pagans, Ruth, and they dreamed such beautiful dreams of life.

Leave the book with me, father; I will take good care of it." Then the Judge gave her the book, and with a sigh looked into the modern street.

"I ought to be down at Bowling Green instead of reading Greek stories to you girls," he said rather brusquely.

"I have a very important railway case on my mind, and Phoebus Apollo has nothing to do with it.

Good morning.