"Like a different child. Naughty Zoe, you did not like Thessaly!"
"But I like you," said Zoe sweetly, and Uncle Andreas said teasingly,
"Thessaly! Who could like Thessaly! It has been ruled by the Turks! Our Argolis has never known the heel of the Unspeakable!"
"Then it was not worth their wanting," said Marco in return. "And Thessaly has cast them out!"
"Do not quarrel," said Aunt Angeliké. "It is all our own land and the sea is always ours."
So they started homeward over the dancing waves, blue as heaven and as peaceful, and Zoe's little heart was filled to the brim with happiness.
CHAPTER IX
AUTUMN PLEASURES
There was no lack of work in the little house beneath the plane tree. Aunt Angeliké was a busy housewife and cared not at all for drones in her hive. She herself worked, and those with her must work too, but she had a happy fashion of making work seem like play. She knew how to spin and to weave both cloth and carpet, so her loom was kept busy with its cheerful whirring. She also sewed and embroidered, and all this useful handiwork she taught to Zoe.