Our Father Poseidon gave us a spring of hot water and one of cold.' The children had never before bathed in baths of gold.
'It feels very splendid,' said Cyril, splashing.
'At least, of course, it's not gold; it's or--what's its name,' said Robert.

'Hand over that towel.' The bathing hall had several great pools sunk below the level of the floor; one went down to them by steps.
'Jimmy,' said Anthea timidly, when, very clean and boiled-looking, they all met in the flowery courtyard of the Public, 'don't you think all this seems much more like NOW than Babylon or Egypt--?
Oh, I forgot, you've never been there.' 'I know a little of those nations, however,' said he, 'and I quite agree with you.

A most discerning remark--my dear,' he added awkwardly; 'this city certainly seems to indicate a far higher level of civilization than the Egyptian or Babylonish, and--' 'Follow me,' said the Captain.

'Now, boys, get out of the way.' He pushed through a little crowd of boys who were playing with dried chestnuts fastened to a string.
'Ginger!' remarked Robert, 'they're playing conkers, just like the kids in Kentish Town Road!' They could see now that three walls surrounded the island on which they were.

The outermost wall was of brass, the Captain told them; the next, which looked like silver, was covered with tin; and the innermost one was of oricalchum.
And right in the middle was a wall of gold, with golden towers and gates.
'Behold the Temples of Poseidon,' said the Captain.