"I said, we had no papers at that time.
"'No papers?' she exclaimed. 'Why, were you like the negroes? No papers! What will you tell me next? Had you perhaps no top-hats either? Do you mean to tell me that this great poet of yours—what you call him?—ah, Lord Homer, had no top-hat?'
"I assured her that we had no hats whatever.
"'Oh, I see,' she said, 'you were founded like the blue boys,—I see. But surely you wore gloves?'
"On my denying it, she turned a little pale.
"'No gloves either? Then I must ask you only one more thing: had you no shoes either?'
"'No,' I said, calmly, 'some of us, like Socrates, went always barefoot, others in sandals.'
"She smiled incredulously. I told her that in the heyday of Athens men in the streets went about over one-third nude. She did not mind the nude, but she stopped at the word heyday.
"She asked me: 'On which day of the year fell your heyday?'