"Thor's hammer!" repeated Maggie. "Poor people!" "Nobody worships Thor now," observed Esther scornfully. "We call one of our days after him yet," said Meredith. "There is a relic of the old Thor worship. Indeed all our days are heathenish in name." "All?" said Flora, looking up. "What is Monday?" "Just the Moon's day, don't you see? Sunday is the Sun's day. Woden's day and Thor's day, you know. Then Friday is of course Freija's day--or Freyr's day--I don't know which. Freyr was the god of weather and fruits--another impersonation of Odin. He rode through the air on a wild boar, faster than any horse could catch him. An odd steed! And Tuesday is Tyr's day, or Zin's day--it comes to much the same thing. He was especially the 'god of war and of athletic sports.'" "Then there is Saturday left," said Maggie. "What is Saturday?" "I think it must have been Saturn's day--and so not Saxon, Maggie, but Roman. The names of our months are all Roman, you know?" "Are they?" "Yes, but wait. Here is something curious. The Saxon devil was called Loki. Now Loki had three children. Listen to this. 'One was the huge wolf Fenris, who at the last day shall hurry gaping to the scene of battle, with his lower jaw scraping the earth and his nose scraping the sky.'" "What is curious in that?" asked Flora. "It is just like a children's fairy tale." "But these are not children's fairy tales; and they mean something. How did these old Norsemen know there would be a scene of battle at the last day, and great destruction?" "How do you know it?" "The Bible." "Does the Bible say so, Ditto?" said Maggie. "Where does it say so?" "Many places." "Tell us one, Ditto." Meredith rose up and fetched a Bible and pushed his book of Norse mythology on one side. Then he opened at the nineteenth chapter of the Revelation. "'And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood; and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations; and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the wine press of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.