"Which of us is brave?" asked Diana, smiling,—"Miss Priscilla or myself?"
"What are you going to call it? Olympus?"
"Why should I?" Diana gave a soft, gurgling laugh.
"I thought perhaps it might bring happy memories and prove a palliation of nostalgia."
"I always have a feeling that you are amusing yourself with me, Mr. Barrison."
"Have you any objection to my seeing that you are a goddess? What have you done with Apollo, by the way? Couldn't you persuade him to leave the gallery?"
"To what gallery do you refer? I do not particularly care for handsome men," was Miss Wilbur's thoughtful response.
"I'm sorry I'm so beautiful, then," said Philip, extending his little earth barricade.
Diana looked down from her balcony on his tumbling blond hair.