"The old times were better than these too.

The war upsets everything, and quite respectable people go barefoot because they cannot pay for shoe-leather.

Rameses is a great warrior, and the son of Ra, but what can he do without the Gods; and they don't seem to like to stay in Thebes any longer; else why should the heart of the sacred ram seek a new dwelling in the Necropolis, and in the breast of an adherent of the old--" "Hold your tongue," warned the basket-maker.

"Here comes one of the watch." "I must go back to work," said the baker.

"I have my hands quite full for the feast to-morrow." "And I too," said the shoemaker with a sigh, "for who would follow the king of the Gods through the Necropolis barefoot." "You must earn a good deal," cried the basket-maker.