My father was the head of the American School of Archaeology in Crete.

My mother was his intellectual equal, I believe--" Her voice had fallen as she spoke.

"Do you wonder that physical pleasure palls a little at times?
I inherit something besides a capacity for dancing." He nodded, watching her with an interest and curiosity totally new.
"When I was ten years old I was taken abroad for the winter.

I saw the excavations in Crete for the buried city which father discovered near Praesos.

We lived for a while with Professor Flanders in the Fayum district; I saw the ruins of Kahun, built nearly three thousand years before the coming of Christ; I myself picked up a scarab as old as the ruins!.