“What is the matter, Myrmex?” he asked good-naturedly. “Don’t you see that I am as happy as a god—and here you are growing worse than Sisyphus himself.”
“Don’t be angry,” whined the old man. “It is growing late. Haven’t we walked far enough to-day?”
“Well then—home!” replied Hipyllos laughing, “but to-morrow....”
“What are you going to do?” asked Myrmex rather anxiously.
“To-morrow I shall go to the Lyceium to listen to the wise teachings of Hippias from Elis. He who can boast of being able to answer any question must surely be a man of varied knowledge.”
“And what do you want him to teach you?”
“First to make happiness a household goddess.”
“And next?”
“To bind her wings.”
“So that she can always stay with you?”