Chloris.
Yes; I remember that Arethusa, when she brought me back my daffodils, told me how angry Demeter was——
Persephone.
And yet she was quite nice to my husband
when once Zeus had decided that I had better go.
[There is a pause. Maia rises and leans on the parapet, over the woods, now drowned in twilight, to the sea, which still faintly glitters. She turns and comes back to the other two, standing above them.]
Maia.
I, too, might have observed something as I went sailing over the purpureal ocean. But I was always talking to my sisters. The fact is we all of us neglected to learn anything about death.
Chloris.
We thought of it as of something happening in that world of Hades which could never become of the slightest importance to us. Who could have imagined