He put Gardiner down with a laugh and a happy sigh, and then he saw the goats.
"Do you want a ride, children?"
"Did they!"
He ran his hands through the pockets that had been wantonly emptied.
"Not a picayune, honey. Your poor old cousin is dead broke."
"Then," said Bella, practically, "let's go right away from here, Cousin Antony. I can't bear to look at those goats another minute. It hurts."
Fairfax regarded her thoughtfully. "Bella the Desirous," he murmured. "What are you going to be when you grow up, little cousin?"
They started slowly away from temptation, away from the vision of the pedestal and the shadowy creatures, and the apparition of the Sphinx seemed to brood over them as they went, and nothing but a Sphinx's wisdom could have answered the question Fairfax put: "What are you going to be when you grow up, little Bella?"
Fairfax soon carried the little boy, and Bella in a whisper said—