loving words and caresses. The little maiden responded with unmixed pleasure, and said to her—
"Why does Daphne weep? What is her trouble? I will run and send a message to our lord. Thoth is very wise and good,—he can put an end to any trouble."
"Alas!" said Daphne, "it is Thoth who is the cause of my distress."
"Ah!" said the pigmy, laughing, "that is what we sometimes think; but it is never right—our lord is very wise and good."
"But," said Daphne, "your troubles, little one, must be as small as your bodies, and this is a very different case."
"Nay," rejoined the girl, still laughing; "we, too, think our troubles very great and very new. But Thoth makes everything right. Now I will tell you what happened to me to-day. I was sailing in a little boat in the fountain,
