"Oh, it's a mistake of mine," said Caroline; "he was a goddess, the ivory-footed—no, that was Thetis."
"My dear Caroline," said her mother, "do not talk so at random; think before you speak; you know better than this."
"She has, ma'am," said Charles, "what Mr. Jennings would call 'a very inaccurate mind.'"
"I recollect perfectly now," said Caroline, "he was a friend of Epaminondas."
"When did he live?" asked Charles. Caroline was silent.
"Oh, Carry," said Eliza, "don't you recollect the memoria technica?"
"I never could learn it," said Caroline; "I hate it."
"Nor can I," said Mary; "give me good native numbers; they are sweet and kindly, like flowers in a bed; but I don't like your artificial flower-pots."
"But surely," said Charles, "a memoria technica makes you recollect a great many dates which you otherwise could not?"
"The crabbed names are more difficult even to pronounce than the numbers to learn," said Caroline.