“You’re making two spouts,” said the Kitten.
“Because it has. If you want to garden, and have no garden but a watering-pot, you can’t have too many spouts. The Ancients said the two streams that flowed from it watered all the gardens of the world.”
“It must have felt funny to be an Ancient,” said Pat.
“Why?” asked Phyllisy.
“With those queer ideas in them,” said Pat.
The Princess looked around the Zodiac ring, to see what was left out; and it was all done but signs in the Fishes, and three more she had not put in when she made them. She put them in now, in the corners of the Houses. So it was finished; and it had taken a good while—drawing and talking and starring them all; but, because she wasn’t tired, they moved along a little farther and began afresh.
It was a tremendous man, with lumpy arms and legs; and that was Hercules, the strongest person in the Sky.
“I’ve heard about him,” said Pat. “He killed lions, and strangled some snakes when he was just a little baby in his cradle—immense ones; he must have been always strong.”
“I suppose he inherited it,” said the Kitten—very grown-up.
“Just hear the child!” said Miss Phyllisy. “What does that mean, Kit?”