There, towering upwards to the height of sixty feet, they caught a glimpse of a majestic figure. It gleamed with the white ivory and flashed with the gold which crowned it, and for a second they saw a grand calm face looking down upon the olive-wreathed victors who bowed low before the shrine. “You behold the masterpiece of Phidias—the Seventh Wonder of the World,” murmured Sheshà. “Jupiter Olympius from his temple blesses the victors in the games he was the first to institute.” The voice of their guide sounded so faint and far away that the children scarcely caught the last words. [Illustration] But blending with them, uttered in fact almost at the same time, came a remark from Mr. Sheston.... “You see where the frieze, now on the walls of this Museum, really belongs? Phidias, the sculptor, in all probability, saw just such a procession at the Olympic Games, celebrated throughout the world, and even now not forgotten. Didn’t you ask me what the word _Olympia_ meant? Now you know....” “Yes, now we know,” said Rachel, slowly. She and Diana were still standing by the glass case containing the model of the Acropolis of Athens. They both glanced quickly at Mr. Sheston, but his face was quite grave as he looked at his watch. “I think it’s time to go to my house for tea,” he said. “I expect you’re tired?” The children glanced at one another now, and smiled. “We _ought_ to be—because we’ve been away about four days, really,” whispered Diana, lingering a moment after Mr. Sheston turned to go. “And yet I expect it wasn’t even four _minutes_!” was Rachel’s hurried answer. * * * * * A week from the day on which the children had seen Athens, sat through the Olympic Games, returned to the British Museum and had tea with Mr. Sheston—they were both in Aunt Hester’s drawing-room. Rachel’s father and mother were also there, and the following morning she and Diana were to return with them to the Seven Gables. “Rachel looks in the seventh heaven of delight!” remarked Aunt Hester, glancing with a smile at her niece, who sat on the arm of her father’s chair. “There’s _another_ ‘seven,’” Rachel whispered meaningly to Diana, when the grown-up people began to talk amongst themselves.... “The Pyramids are amazing,” Rachel’s mother was saying, after she had been describing what they had seen in Egypt. “Weren’t they counted among the Wonders of the World? I’m not surprised.” “It was the first Great Pyramid that was one of the Seven Wonders, I think, wasn’t it?” Rachel’s father returned. “What were the others? I don’t believe anyone knows!” “We do!” exclaimed Rachel, suddenly. She really couldn’t help it. Her mother and father laughed, but looked surprised. “Well, what are they?” asked both of them, speaking together. “There’s the Great Pyramid, and the Hanging Gardens at Babylon, and the Colossus at Rhodes—” began Rachel, very quickly.