“Beasts, all of them,” whispered Magnus to his friend, “and it don’t look much of a spread; but it’s better than nothing. Here, Tommy,” said he, addressing the page-boy, “quelque de cela—do you hear?”
Tommy (whose real name was Ganymede), obeyed with alacrity, and put before each a plate of what looked like very flowery mashed potato, and a small glass of a frothy beverage.
“I suppose this is what they call nectar and ambrosia,” said Magnus. “I’d like to catch them giving us such stuff at school.”
“Plenty of it, that’s one thing,” said Joe. “I fancy we can keep young what’s-his-name going for half an hour or so comfortably.”
“Well, my dear, and how do you like Olympus?” said the lady with the shield.
“Oh, I dare say you’re all right,” said Joe, diplomatically; “but I don’t think much of the rest.”
“What did he say?” inquired Juno from the end of the table.
“Never mind,” said Minerva, “we’re having a little friendly chat; you need not interfere.”
“You’re talking about me, I know you are,” said Juno.
“Non, nous ne sommes pas,” said Joe.