DAPHNE
"Exactly!" said the heathen god.
"We have lived very quietly, in one of the streets of older New York. I won't tell you the number, for of course it would not mean anything to you."
"Of course not," said Apollo.
"He is rector of a queer little old-fashioned church that has existed since the days of Washington. It is quaint and irregular, and I am very fond of it."
"It isn't the Little Church of All the Saints?" demanded her companion.
"It is. How did you know?"
"Divination," he answered.
"Oh!" said Daphne. "Why don't you divine the rest?"
"I should rather hear you tell it, if you don't mind."
"I have studied with my father a great deal," she went on. "And then, there have been a great many social things, for I have an aunt who
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