“Shu! You’ve never been there,” he said, “an’ I’ve been there lots o’ times.”
“I go every day,” announced the little girl.
At this evident whopper Dryas’s rosy mouth fell open in dismay.
“Never have you been there. You are only a girl.”
“I go there every day,” repeated Theria.
Quarrel was imminent; was averted only by Dryas scrambling to his feet to seek old Medon as judge.
“Never mind Medon, I’ll show you how I go,” and, taking her twin brother’s hand with an air of great bestowing, Theria led him up stairs and forward to her father’s bedchamber, to its one window. Out of this she leaned so far that only her chubby legs remained within. Sure enough, so leaning she could see beyond the shoulder of a cliff a spur of farther hill, and there in a bath of light the golden tip-edge of a little temple and on a higher level a single pillar bearing a sphynx of lofty wings.
“I see it every day,” she announced again.
“Only a little piece,” said Dryas contemptuously.