DAPHNE
in the sun. But nobody else knows enough to read it, and I shall leave it there on his sacred tree, as my last offering. I suppose there is some saving grace even in the sacrifices that go astray."
Then she descended the hill, climbed upon San Pietro's back, and rode through the gateway.
An hour later, Assunta, going to find a spade in the tool-house, for she was transplanting roses, came upon the Signorina's caller of yesterday standing near the tool-house with something in his hand. The peasant woman's face showed neither awe nor fear; only lively curiosity gleamed in the blinking brown eyes.
"Buon' giorno," said Apollo, exactly as mortals do.
"Buon' giorno, Altezza," returned Assunta.
"Is the Signorina at home?" asked the intruder.
"But no!" cried Assunta. "She has started
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