Where would they be now if they had been cast in lard instead of in bronze ?" Phidias was silent a moment.
"Well," he said, finally, as the value of the plan dawned upon his mind, "from that point of view I don't know but what you are right, after all; and, to show that I have spoken in no vindictive spirit, let me propose a toast.

Here's to the Butter Sculptors.

May their butter never give out." The toast was drained to the dregs, and Phidias went home feeling a little better..