"You have got the brains of one," retorted her mother. "John, will you please speak to her? Perhaps you can understand what it all means; I can't. She has been talking Greek to me—something or other about the Trojans."
"Yes; the Trojan women," corrected Charlotte.
"She says she's like one of them!"
"So I am."
"I don't know which one, you mentioned so many."
"All of them. Yes, papa, they had to go and live with foreigners—men they had never seen."
"Don't say 'live with'; it's an objectionable term."
"Die with them, then: some did! One of them killed a king in his bath; at least his wife did, but it's all the same."
"Yes; she began quoting some verses to me about that bath affair," said the Queen. "And I must say they didn't sound to me quite decent."
Charlotte was quite ready to repeat it.