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of whom, Harvest-home, he should have for his own
wife. He accordingly, after taking an affectionate
leave of Hermes, called for the beetle. The beetle,
however, was not available, having been harnessed
to the car of Zeus; and Trygzus and his charges
descended to earth by a staircase, which Hermes
pointed out to him. “Dear me!” he said, when he
felt his feet on firm ground again, “what a business
it was to.get up to the gods! How my legs ache!
And how small you looked,” he went on, speaking to
the slaves, who had assembled to greet him, “from
up there! I thought you seemed a bad lot, when
‘I looked down on you, but now I see you closer,
I find you very much worse.”

A servant. “What have you got, master?”

Lf. “Got? A pain in my legs from travelling SO
far.”

S. “And did you see anybody else as
about up there?”

©. “Only a minor poet or two.”

S. “And is it true that when we die we. are
turned into stars?”

I. “Of course it is.”

S. “What are the shooting stars, then?”

Y. “Rich stars going from dinner with lighted
lanterns in their hands. But take the young lady;
let her have a bath, and be dressed for our wedding.
She is to be my bride.”

S. “And is she to have anything to eat?”