"He was not lost, that bad boy!" said Marco. "When I reached home I found my mother disturbed in her mind because you had disappeared and the little girls said you had gone to the mountain to find Georgios. Him I found by the river fishing and he said that you had called but that he had not answered. He will answer the next time," and Marco's voice told Zoe that he had made it unpleasant for Georgios. "Then I came on to seek you. Poor child! you must have had a hard climb." "Oh, I did not mind," said Zoe. "Only I fell and hurt my ankle. I am glad Georgios was not lost. He might have answered me, though," and her lip quivered. "He was a bad boy," said Marco, "and did it just to tease you. Let me see your ankle. It is badly bruised, but not sprained, I think. Come, I will help you home," and he put his arm around her. It took Zoe some time to get home for walking on the lame ankle tired her and often Marco stopped her to rest. "What is it you have in your hand?" he asked her, as they sat down to rest beneath a giant fir. "Oh, it is nothing," she said. "Just a queer little cup I found and thought Baby Domna might like to play with." "Let me see it," said Marco, and he examined it carefully. "Where did you find it?" he asked at length and Zoe answered, "When I fell by the river it lay in the dirt. Is it too dirty for the babycoula?" "Zoe," Marco looked strangely excited. "I believe this old cup is of great value." "Oh Marco!" the little girl could say no more. "Yes," he said. "I may be mistaken, but I think it is very old and that it is like some cups I saw in Athens. They were sold for many _drachmas_. They were black like this with a little red on them, in lines and figures, and with two handles. A man in my regiment said they were of ancient pottery and that they were dug up out of the earth. He said the museum at Athens paid good prices for such things." "Oh Marco!" Zoe's eyes were like stars. "If it would only turn out that this was worth something, even a little, how happy I should be! I want money so badly." "What do you want it for?" Marco looked surprised. "To give to Aunt Anna, of course," said Zoe, surprised in her turn. "Georgios said to-day that your father needed money and Aunt Anna needs many things." The child said it so simply that one would have supposed she never needed anything for herself, and Marco caught her hand with a sudden impulse. "You are a strange little one," he said. "If this turns out to be worth any money, you shall have it all to spend, every cent." "For whatever I want?" asked Zoe in surprise. "Yes, indeed," said Marco. "Then I shall buy a dress for Aunt Anna and for each of the little girls a new one that has not been made over from someone's else. And something I shall buy for each one of the family, most of all for the babycoula, since I meant to take the cup to her. And all the rest I shall give to Uncle Georgios, for I am such an expense to him."