"Wasn't that the place where they used to put a tripod over a rift in the rock and a veiled priestess sat down and waited for Apollo's message to come to her?
We had that up at school when we took up Greece." "I shall take a milking stool out with me," said Kit, promptly, "and if the situation is not already filled, I shall be the veiled priestess of Delphi." There was a footstep in the long hallway, and the mother bird came in from the kitchen.

The kitchen at Maple Lawn still bore the stamp of Cousin Roxy's taste.

It was more a living-room than a "cookery." There was no library proper here, only the parlor, a large corner bedroom, and a dining-room which took up the width of the house except for the hall.

This latter was the favorite consulting room of the girls, and to-day they were all busily paring early apples and quinces to put down in stone crocks, against the coming of winter days.
"Mother," called Helen, "were you ever in Delphi, where Uncle Cassius lives ?" Mrs.Robbins sat down on the arm of Jean's chair and smiled at the eager faces upturned to hers.
"Just once, long ago when I was about eight years old.

We were passing through on our way east from California, and mother stayed for about a week at Delphi.