previous next
“ [352] her flannel petticoat to make cartridges for the soldiers of the Revolution.”

The path of the guardian (or jailer, as she sometimes put it) was not always plain. The wayfaring woman might easily err therein.

After some severe fatigue, convention or banquet, she might say, “This is the last time. Never let me do this again!”

Thereupon a promise would be exacted and made. The fatigue would pass and be forgotten, and the next occasion be joyously prepared for.

“You told me not to let you go!” the poor jailer would say.

“Oh, I did n't mean it!” “But you promised!”

“That was two weeks ago. Two weeks is a long time for me to keep a promise!”

If the jailer still persisted, she played her last card and took the trick.

“I can't talk about it. You tire my head!”

Now and then Greek met Greek. One snowy afternoon she encountered the resident granddaughter, cloaked and hooded, preparing to brave the storm.

“Dear child,” said the grandmother, “I do not often use authority with you young people, but this time I must. I cannot allow you to go out in this blizzard!”

“Dearest grandmother,” replied the maiden, “where are you going yourself?”

There was no reply. The two generations dissolved in laughter, and started out together.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.

An XML version of this text is available for download, with the additional restriction that you offer Perseus any modifications you make. Perseus provides credit for all accepted changes, storing new additions in a versioning system.

hide Places (automatically extracted)

View a map of the most frequently mentioned places in this document.

Download Pleiades ancient places geospacial dataset for this text.

hide Display Preferences
Greek Display:
Arabic Display:
View by Default:
Browse Bar: