But Isis knew better; and she waited and waited, nor minded the many laughs flung at her from the sun; she waited and waited, and at last saw signs of the end.

Sounds became familiar to him, and in their range, from the chirruping of the cricket under the roses to the roar of the seas and the bellow of the clouds in storm, there was not anything unusual.

And he pined and sickened, and sought his place of moping by the river, and at last fell down motionless.
"Then Isis in pity spoke.
"'My lord,' she said, 'the creature is dying.' "But Osiris, though seeing it all, held his peace; he could do no more.
"'Shall I help him ?' she asked.
"Osiris was too proud to speak.
"Then Isis took the last stitch in her knitting, and gathering her work in a roll of brilliance flung it off--flung it so it fell close to the man.

And he, hearing the sound of the fall so near by, looked up, and lo! a Woman--the First Woman--was stooping to help him! She reached a hand to him; he caught it and arose; and nevermore was miserable, but evermore happy." "Such, O son of Hur! is the genesis of the beautiful, as they tell it on the Nile." She paused.
"A pretty invention, and cunning," he said, directly; "but it is imperfect.

What did Osiris afterwards ?" "Oh yes," she replied.