"Frightened?"

"No. Don't you always rescue me?"

"But this is merest accident, my being here. It really isn't
safe for you alone on these roads."

"I knew you were near."

"And yet, I have just this minute come round the hill. You could
not possibly have seen me."

"I have ways of knowing," said Daphne, smiling demurely.

A faint little bleat interrupted them.

"Oh, oh!" cried the girl, "she is running away with Hermes!"

Never did Apollo move more swiftly than he did then! Daphne
followed, with flying feet. He reached the beggar woman, held
her, took the lamb with one hand from her and handed it to
Daphne. There followed a scene which the girl remembered
afterward with a curious sense of misgiving and of question. The
thief gave one glance at the beautiful, angry face of the man,
then fell at his feet, groveling and beseeching. What she was
saying the girl did not know, but her face and figure bore a look
of more than mortal fear.

"What does she think him?" murmured the girl. Then she turned
away with him, and, with the lamb at their heels, they walked