And Isis arose, and took off her girdle of stars, and waved it to Sita--to Sita, mind you--waved it in glad salute.

And instantly, between the marching host and the two on the golden roof, a something as of night fell, and shut out the view; but it was not night--only the frown of Osiris.
"It happened the subject of his speech that moment was such as none else than they could think of; and he arose, and said, majestically, 'Get thee home.

I will do the work myself.

To make a perfectly happy being I do not need thy help.

Get thee gone.' "Now Isis had eyes large as those of the white cow which in the temple eats sweet grasses from the hands of the faithful even while they say their prayers; and her eyes were the color of the cows, and quite as tender.