“I know about some of the animal gods and goddesses the Greeks and Egyptians used to worship,” ventured Tess, who had not taken much part in the conversation of late. “Did any of them worship snakes, do you s’pose?”
“I believe some peoples did,” Ruth told her.
“Oh, I know about gods and goddesses,” cried Dot, eagerly. “Our teacher read about them—or, some of them—only yesterday, in school.”
“Well, Miss Know-it-all,” said Agnes, good-naturedly, “what did you learn about them?”
“I—I remember ‘bout one named Ceres,” said the smallest Corner House girl, with corrugated brow, trying to remember what she had heard read.
“Well, what about her?” asked Agnes, encouragingly.
“What was Ceres the goddess of, honey?” pursued Ruth, as Dot still hesitated.
“Why—why she was the goddess of dressmaking,” declared the child, with sudden conviction.
“Oh, oh, oh!” ejaculated Neale, under his breath.
“For goodness sake! where did you get that idea?” demanded Ruth, while Agnes and Mrs. Heard positively could not keep from laughing, and Tess looked at her smaller sister with something like horror. “Why—Dot Kenway!” she murmured.