The Sisters | Page 5

might find a shorter way than that for you and your sister if fasting
comes so much amiss to you. Girls with faces like hers and yours, my
little Irene, need never come to want."
"And pray what is my face like?" asked the girl, and her pretty features
once more seemed to catch a gleam of sunshine.
"Why, so handsome that you may always venture to show it beside
your sister's; and yesterday, in the procession, the great Roman sitting
by the queen looked as often at her as at Cleopatra herself. If you had
been there too he would not have had a glance for the queen, for you
are a pretty thing, as I can tell you. And there are many girls would

sooner hear those words then have a whole loaf--besides you have a
mirror I suppose, look in that next time you are hungry."
The old woman's shuffling steps retreated again and the girl snatched
up the golden jar, opened the door a little way to let in the daylight and
looked at herself in the bright surface; but the curve of the costly vase
showed her features all distorted, and she gaily breathed on the hideous
travestie that met her eyes, so that it was all blurred out by the moisture.
Then she smilingly put down the jar, and opening the chest took from it
a small metal mirror into which she looked again and yet again,
arranging her shining hair first in one way and then in another; and she
only laid it down when she remembered a certain bunch of violets
which had attracted her attention when she first woke, and which must
have been placed in their saucer of water by her sister some time the
day before. Without pausing to consider she took up the softly scented
blossoms, dried their green stems on her dress, took up the mirror again
and stuck the flowers in her hair.
How bright her eyes were now, and how contentedly she put out her
hand for the loaf. And how fair were the visions that rose before her
young fancy as she broke off one piece after another and hastily eat
them after slightly moistening them with the fresh oil. Once, at the
festival of the New Year, she had had a glimpse into the king's tent, and
there she had seen men and women feasting as they reclined on purple
cushions. Now she dreamed of tables covered with costly vessels, was
served in fancy by boys crowned with flowers, heard the music of
flutes and harps and--for she was no more than a child and had such a
vigorous young appetite-- pictured herself as selecting the daintiest and
sweetest morsels out of dishes of solid gold and eating till she was
satisfied, aye so perfectly satisfied that the very last mouthful of bread
and the very last drop of oil had disappeared.
But so soon as her hand found nothing more on the empty trencher the
bright illusion vanished, and she looked with dismay into the empty oil-
cup and at the place where just now the bread had been.
"Ah!" she sighed from the bottom of her heart; then she turned the
platter over as though it might be possible to find some more bread and

oil on the other side of it, but finally shaking her head she sat looking
thoughtfully into her lap; only for a few minutes however, for the door
opened and the slim form of her sister Klea appeared, the sister whose
meagre rations she had dreamily eaten up, and Klea had been sitting up
half the night sewing for her, and then had gone out before sunrise to
fetch water from the Well of the Sun for the morning sacrifice at the
altar of Serapis.
Klea greeted her sister with a loving glance but without speaking; she
seemed too exhausted for words and she wiped the drops from her
forehead with the linen veil that covered the back of her head as she
seated herself on the lid of the chest. Irene immediately glanced at the
empty trencher, considering whether she had best confess her guilt to
the wearied girl and beg for forgiveness, or divert the scolding she had
deserved by some jest, as she had often succeeded in doing before. This
seemed the easier course and she adopted it at once; she went up to her
sister quickly, but not quite unconcernedly, and said with mock gravity:
"Look here, Klea, don't you notice anything in me? I must look like a
crocodile that has eaten a whole hippopotamus, or one of the sacred
snakes after it has swallowed a rabbit. Only think when I had eaten my
own bread I found yours between my teeth--quite unexpectedly--but