"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 pasture might be less juicy than