sheepskin, which he proceeded to cut into two strips with his
knife.

"It seems to be a very slight sprain," remarked Apollo. "I must
bandage it. Have you any pins about you?"

"Can the gods lack pins?" asked the girl, smiling. She searched,
and found two in her belt, and handed them to him.

"The gods do not explain themselves," he answered, binding the
sheepskin tightly about her wrist.

"So I observe," she remarked dryly.

"Is that right?" he asked. "Now, when you reach home, you must
remove the bandage and hold your hand and wrist first in very hot
water, then in cold. Is there some one who can put the bandage
back as I have it? See, it simply goes about the wrist, and is
rather tight. You must pardon my taking possession of the case,
but no one else was near. Apollo has always been something of a
physician, you know."

"You apparently used the same classical dictionary that I did,"
retorted Daphne. "I remember the statement there."

Then she became uncomfortable, and wished her words unsaid, for
awe had come 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