One day the thought struck him that he would ask for the hand of the King of Egypt's daughter in marriage, and he sent a great embassy to Sais, with his own brother to do the wooing for him--" "What nonsense!" cried Phaedime impatiently; "I want to know what has happened now." "Patience, patience, my impetuous March wind.

If you interrupt me again, I shall go away and tell my story to the trees.

You really need not grudge me the pleasure of living my successes over again.

While I tell this story, I feel as happy as a sculptor when he puts down his hammer and gazes at his finished work." "No, no!" said Phaedime, interrupting him again.

"I cannot listen now to what I know quite well already.