e upon her. After all, nothing could be more unreal than she was to
herself in these days of wonder. Her mind was full of dreams as they
sat and watched white clouds drifting over the deep blue of the sky.
Near them the sheep were cropping grass, and all the rest was silence.

"You look anxious," said the physician. "Is it the wrist?"

"No," answered the girl, facing him bravely, under the momentary
inspiration of a wave of common sense, "I am wondering why you make
this ridiculous assumption about yourself. Tell me who you really are."

If he had defended himself she would have argued, but he was silent and
she half believed.

"But you look like a mortal," she protested, answering her own
thoughts. "And you wear conventional clothing. I don't mean this
sheepskin, but the other day."

"It is a realistic age," he answered, smiling. "People no longer
believe what they do not see. We are forced to adopt modern methods
and modern costume to show that we exist."

"You do not look like the statue of Apollo," ventured Daphne.

"Did people ever dare tell the truth about the gods? Never! They made
up a notion of what a divine nose should be and bestowed it upon all
the gods impartially. So with the forehead, so with the hair. I
assure you, Miss Willis, we are much more individual than Greek art
would lead you to expect."

"Do you mind just telling me why you are keeping sheep now?"

"I will, if you will promise not to consider a question of mine
impertinent."

"What is the question?"

"I only wished to know why an American young lady should bear a Greek
name? It is a beautiful name, and one that is a favorite of mine as
you may know."

"I didn't know," said Daphne. "It was given me by my father. He was
born in America, but he had a Greek soul. He has always longed to live
in Greece, but he has to go on preaching, preaching, for he is a
rector, you know, in a little church in New York, that isn't very rich,
though it is very old. All his life he has been hungry for the beauty
and the greatness of the world over here."

"That accounts for your expression," observed Apollo.

"What expression?"

"That isn't the question I promised to answer. If you will take a few
steps out of your way, I can satisfy you in regard to the first one you
asked."

He rose, and the white shepherd dog sprang ahead, barking joyously. The
sheep looked up and nibbled in anxious haste, fearing that any other
bit of pastur