It seemed such an immense thing to her; and she had lain awake all the night, turning it about in her little brain, and appealing vainly for help in it to the sixteen sleep-angels.
"No, indeed.

And where are you going so fast, as if those wooden shoes of yours were sandals of Mercury ?" "Mercury--is that a shoemaker ?" "No, my dear.

He did a terrible bit of cobbling once, when he made Woman.

But he did not shoe her feet with swiftness that I know of; she only runs away to be run after, and if you do not pursue her, she comes back--always." Bebee did not understand at all.
"I thought God made women," she said, a little awe-stricken.
"You call it God.

People three thousand years ago called it Mercury or Hermes.