ve a house to
themselves--there'd be lots of houses--and no relations at allunless they
promised they'd be pleasantand if they weren't they'd have to go.
So you wouldn't have any relations?
said the artist. "Wellperhaps
you're right. We have tastes in commonI see."
I'd have Harold I said
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awfully. The others are getting too old. Ohand Martha--I'd have
Marthato cook and wash up and do things. You'd like Martha. She's
ever so much nicer than Aunt Eliza. She's my idea of a real lady.
Then I'm sure I should like her he replied, heartily, and when I
come to--what do you call this city of yours? Nephelo-- somethingdid
you say?
I--I don't know I replied, timidly. I'm afraid it hasn't got a name--
yet.
The artist gazed out over the downs. "`The poet saysdear city of
Cecrops;'" he saidsoftlyto himself`and wilt not thou say
dear city of
Zeus?' That's from Marcus Aurelius
he went onturning again to his
work. "You don't know himI suppose; you will some day."
Who's he?
I inquired.
Ohjust another fellow who lived in Rome he replied, dabbing
away.
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I crieddisconsolately. "What a lot of people seem to live
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