“Look at Hellen. How he bendeth over that fair Atlantean.”
“It is another pair, that I see. Ah, Pelop, but our voyage over the Middle Sea will not drag!”
Again Pelop laughed, and hugged himself; and said with feeling, “We were young once, Wife.”
“And not so old now. Thou wilt speak for thyself; and I for myself. Ah, but our own joy maketh me kind to all who wish to pair. May I live to aid our children along the same bright path!” And she looked at her gamboling ones with the air of a prophetess.
“If one were old enough now, Peloppa. But matters will soon mend. And our Zoe will be another like thyself.”
“How?”
“She is bright of mind.”
“She is.”
“She hath a quick tongue.”
“Pelop!”