“Yes, that’s just what _I_ feel is so jolly about it,” Rachel agreed. “You go through all those rooms and you see statues and tombs and stones and things, and they all look _dead_, and you can’t believe the people who saw them thousands of years ago were just as much alive as we are now. Every time I go to the Museum I feel like that at first. Don’t you? And then it _happens_, you know. Quite suddenly. And everything that looked all dull and dead comes to be _real_. I hope it will begin in the Museum this time.” It did. But before it happened, and as a last treat for her niece, Aunt Hester took both children to the circus at Olympia. “What is _Olympia_?” asked Diana, suddenly, when she and Rachel, full of anticipation, were walking with Aunt Hester to the omnibus. “It’s where the circus is held,” said Aunt Hester. “It’s a good long ride, so we must make haste.” “But I mean what _is_ it?” persisted Diana. “Oh, it’s a great building. Big enough for all sorts of entertainments, as well as the circus, to go on inside it.” “Why is it called Olympia?” asked Rachel. “It’s such a funny name for a place where there’s a circus.” “You must ask Mr. Sheston,” returned Aunt Hester, vaguely. “He’ll tell you why, better than I can. By the way, he’s going to take you both to the Museum to-morrow. I had a note from him this morning. Come along,” she exclaimed, hurriedly, as they turned a corner, “there’s the omnibus just starting. We must run for it.” Seated opposite to one another in the omnibus when rather breathlessly they had settled down, Rachel and Diana exchanged meaning glances. “It _is_ going to begin there, you see,” whispered Rachel at the earliest opportunity, and Diana agreed with a nod and smile of secret delight. They enjoyed the circus immensely, but beautiful as the horses were, and much as they admired them, both children thought of another and still more wonderful horse than any that appeared in the ring. “But, then, Bucephalus was the loveliest and cleverest thing in the world,” observed Diana, in a low voice, after Rachel had murmured his name. “And I’m sure he would hate to do tricks in a circus. He was a _war_ horse.” “And used to real battles,” agreed Rachel, in an answering whisper. * * * * * “Well,” said Mr. Sheston next day, when Miss Moore had left both the children with him at the entrance to the Museum. “Well, how did you like the circus at Olympia yesterday?” “Oh, it was lovely!” they exclaimed together. “Aunt Hester said we were to ask you why it’s called _Olympia_,” put in Rachel, as they began to walk slowly through a statue-lined room that had become familiar. “We may find the answer this afternoon,” answered the old gentleman, turning into a room that Rachel knew already. It was the room containing the statues of the headless women clothed in beautiful drapery.