nees.

They knew that their guests could be no other than Zeus and Hermes.

Zeus raised his hand and said, "Arise, good people, ask what you will
and it shall be yours."

Philemon and Baucis cried in one voice:

"Grant, oh Zeus, that one of us may not outlive the other, but that both
may die in the same instant."

This had long been the wish in each heart, and the fear of being left
alone in the world was the one trouble of their old age.

Zeus smiled and changed their rude hut into a beautiful castle, and
granted them many years of happy life.

One morning the people in the valley noticed that the castle had
disappeared.

They hurried to the spot and found growing in its place two beautiful
trees, an oak and a linden.

No trace of the good couple could be found.

Many years after, however, a traveller lying under the trees heard them
whispering to each other.

He lay very still and soon learned that in them Philemon and Baucis
still lived, happy and contented, and protected by Zeus from all harm.

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DAPHNE.

Daphne was the daughter of the River Peneus.

She was a beautiful child and her father loved her more than anything
else in the world.

Her home was in a cave which he had cut for her in a great white cliff.

The walls of the cave were of marble.

From the roof hung crystal chandeliers which Peneus' servants had made.

On the floor was a soft green carpet woven by the water fairies.

Peneus brought his most beautiful pebbles to Daphne's cave every night.

He sang songs to her in the evenings and told her stories of his
travels.

She visited with him the great island which he was building in the sea.

When the morning star shone in the sky it was Daphne who awakened the
birds and flowers.

With her golden hair flying behind her, she sped into the forest.
Everything awoke when they felt the touch of her rosy fingers, and
smiled as they saw her happy face.

The trees and the forest animals were her playfellows, and she had no
wish for other friends.

She learned their ways, and the deer could not run more swiftly than
she, nor the birds sing more sweetly.

One day as she was running over the stones near the cave, King Apollo
saw her.

"Ah, little maid," said he, "You are very beautiful. Your feet are too
tender for the hard rocky earth.

"Come, you shall live with me in my palace in the sky."

But Daphne fled from him.

She did not want to leave her beaut