PEACE. 63.

“That doesn’t matter to us,” said Trygzeus; “that’s
a blow for our friends the Spartans.”

Garlic followed.

“That’s a bad lookout for Megara,” was Trygzeus’s
comment. :

After garlic came cheese.

Trygeeus rubbed his hands. “ Now for the Sicili-
ans,” he said.t ae

But the next ingredient did not find him so indif-
ferent. It was honey, actual Attic honey from
Hymettus.

“Hold!” he cried; “none of that. That costs
sixpence a pound.”

“Now,” said War to his boy Hubbub, dealing him ©
at the samé time a sharp rap on the knuckles, “ bring
me a pestle.”

‘We haven’t got one, master,” said Hubbub. “We
moved in only yesterday.”

War. “Then run and borrow one from Athens.”

fTubbub. “Tm off, or I shall catch it.”

“This is a terrible thing,” said Trygzeus. “If that
varlet brings back a pestle, there’ll soon be nothing
left of our cities.” *

In a short time Hubbub returned. The Athenian
pestle had been lost.2

1 Megara was famous for its garlic, and Sicily for its cheese.

? The Athenian pestle, as has been explained in the introduction,
was Cleon, one of the chief advocates of the war ; the Spartan pestle,
of course, was Brasidas, }