"Being a goddess, she could live for ever, and she wanted Tithonus to live forever, too. The gods and goddesses never drink wine or water, but ambrosia from golden goblets. She brought a golden goblet of ambrosia to Tithonus on the earth, and, after he had taken a drink, told him the happy news that now he should live forever. But she had forgotten to ask of the gods for him the gift of eternal youth. "For many years they loved each other dearly. Then Aurora saw that Tithonus was growing into a little old man. "When he was one hundred years old he was shrunken to the size of a boy of ten. "When he was two hundred years old he was no larger than a baby, only he was very lively, and could run as fast as a man. "When he was three hundred years old Aurora could scarcely find him, save as his song told her where he was. With his head bent down to the ground he did not look like a man, and he made his home by the dusty roadside. But every sunrise he sat upon the tallest spear of grass he could find and chirped to Aurora as she opened the gates of dawn for Apollo. After years and years Aurora forgot all about the little gray grasshopper, but I don't think Tithonus has forgotten her, for he and all his grasshopper friends chirp the same song as when he first came to live among them." "Poor old Tithonus!" said Bessie. "Why, no," said her father; "mother said he could never die. Maybe it was Tithonus who gave you molasses to-day. Yes, perhaps that was ambrosia instead of molasses that the gray grasshopper dropped from his lips." "Oh, don't tell any more!" laughed both Willie and Bessie. "We won't catch another grasshopper." WHERE THE FROGS CAME FROM _Roman_ You see the sun every bright day, don't you? And you see the moon every moonshiny night. Now, listen, and I'll tell you a story about their mother. No, not about their mother, but about the mother of the god of the sun, and of the goddess of the moon, whose names were Apollo and Diana. It is about Apollo's and Diana's mother this story is to be. Once when they were little twin babies their mother was in great trouble. She had to wander around and around, and get food and drink wherever she could find them. One day she went to a pond for water, for the people in the houses were cross and would not give her any. And just think of it! These people, careless about soiling their green coats and white vests, ran down to the pond ahead of her, jumped in and stirred the water so that it was black with mud. And they called out, "Come and drink, Latona! Come and drink water, pure and sweet, Latona!" [Illustration: LATONA. Fleeing with her children] This the cruel people did until Latona and her babies were so tired and thirsty they could wait no longer. "Why do you abuse us?" she said; "you have plenty of water in your wells. Can you not see how these poor babies reach out their hands to you?"