Far away! far away!
And the gods are immensely amused.
“Thanks,” said Thalia, “though I don’t care much for those fanciful high-toned stories.”
But Erato rose, and seated herself on the divan by Euterpe’s side, and wound one arm round her waist, and kissed her on the lips. I thought they looked rather pretty and poetical; but I don’t go in much for that kind of thing myself.
III.
TERPSICHORE’S STORY: THE UNDER-STUDY.
A SHORT pause, and then Erato spoke, addressing Clio:
“Clio, my dear, and reverend sister, do you think these young men below us, in the colleges, have gone to bed yet?”
“My dear child,” said Clio, “you could hardly expect me to——well, as far as I can judge, some of them are still up and at work. The young red-headed man is stamping up and down his room, as if he were angry. He has discovered that his hexameter would not do, for
His head was bare, his matted hair,