He was not accustomed to waking his daughter who was always up and busy before he was, and he could hardly bear to disturb his darling's sweet sleep; but it had to be done, so he called Arsinoe by her name, shook her arm and said, as at last she sat up and looked at him enquiringly:
"It is I, get up, remember what has to be done today."
"Yes—yes," she said yawning, "but it is so early yet!"
"Early," said Keraunus, smiling. "My stomach says the contrary. The sun is already high, and I have not yet had my porridge."
"Make the old woman cook it."
"No, no, my child—you must get up. Have you forgotten whom you are to represent? And my hair is to be curled, and the prefect's wife, and then your dress."
"Very well—go; I do not care the least bit about Roxana and all the dressing-up."
"Because you are not yet quite awake," laughed the steward. "How did this ivy-leaf get into your hair?" Arsinoe colored, put her hand to the spot indicated by her father, and said reluctantly:
"Out of some bough or another, but now go that I may get up."
"In a minute—tell me how did you find Selene?"