Here he came to the ends of the earth and took a hall, not a house, and all that we might not be neighbours.

The jealous wretch, always the same, ever for spite." She is speaking half in jest, half in earnest; but she forgets that her little boy is present, and the visitor reminds her of the fact: "Don't talk of your husband like that, my dear girl, before the little boy,--look how he is staring at you!--Never mind, Zaphyrion, sweet child, she is not speaking about papa." P."Our Lady! (Persephone) The child takes notice!" Then the visitor to comfort the child says "Nice papa," and the conversation proceeds.

The two talk about their husbands, about their dresses, about the cost of things in the shops; but in order to see the festival Praxinoe must dress herself quickly, and woman, two thousand years ago, just as now, takes a long time to dress.

Hear Praxinoe talking to her maid-servant while she hurries to get ready: "Eunoe, bring the water and put it down in the middle of the room,--lazy creature that you are.

Cat-like, always trying to sleep soft! Come, bustle, bring the water; quicker! I want water first,--and how she carries it! Give it me all the same;--don't pour out so much, you extravagant thing! Stupid girl! Why are you wetting my dress?
There, stop, I have washed my hands as heaven would have it.