I called in the leading Greek physician, who, on examination, pronounced it rheumatism, and prescribed exercise and walks.

I took the child on all the excursions I made, to Marathon and other of the local points of interest, for he was a great reader, and interested in Greek history and archeology already, passing most of his time with me in my work on the Acropolis.
He limped painfully over all the sites we visited, and presently we accepted an invitation to Aegina, to the home of the Tricoupis, the parents of the well-known premier of later years.

We spent some days there, fishing and exploring and photographing the ruins, but Mrs.
Tricoupi recognized in Russie's lameness the beginning of hip disease, and, returning to Athens, I had a council on him, when it was placed beyond doubt that that deadly disease was established, aided largely by the false diagnosis that substituted severe exercise for the absolute quiet which the malady required.

He was at once put in plaster bandages and we were ordered home.

Home! But how?
I had not money enough to pay a single passage even to England, and had no friends from whom I could ask the means to get home.