"We shan't," said Dion; "they've gone off that way. They are going to the street of the Amphorae. We should recognize that street. It has the long row of vases, don't you remember? We went through it this morning." "If we can find the house of Hipponicus and warn Pericles about the priests, I'm sure he'll take care of us," said Daphne. Encouraged by this thought, the two children passed boldly out of the shadow and ran westward. They passed a few people, but for the most part, the street was deserted, and they met no one they dared speak to. At last they came to the city wall and a gate. "Now what shall we do?" murmured Daphne. "We can't go any farther this way." "Why, I know this place," Dion whispered joyfully. "It's the gate that opens into the paved road to the Piraeus. It's the very gate we came through this morning! The luck is surely with us now." "Let's stay here and speak to the first person that comes along," said Daphne. "I'm sure it will be the right one." The two children waited with beating hearts. A tall figure now appeared walking toward the gate, followed by a slave carrying a torch. As the man drew near, the children went boldly out to meet him. "Can you tell us the way to the house of Hipponicus?" asked Dion politely. The man stopped, and the slave held the torch so his master could see the faces of the children. "By all the Gods," said the man, "what are you children doing out here at this time of the night?" "The Stranger! Anaxagoras!" cried Daphne. "Oh, I knew Athena would help us!" and the two children threw themselves into his arms, so great was their relief and joy. They told him the whole story of their adventure on the Acropolis and why they wanted to find the house of Hipponicus. "Well," said Anaxagoras, when they had finished, "I live in the Piraeus. I was on my way home, but now I shall go with you to the house of Hipponicus, and you shall tell your story to Pericles himself." VII HOME AGAIN Under the guidance and protection of Anaxagoras and the slave, the children were soon ushered into the court of the richest house in Athens, and then Anaxagoras sent a message to Pericles, who was dining with a group of men in a large room opening off the court. When the slave opened the door of the banquet-room, the children caught a glimpse of men reclining on couches, with wreaths about their heads, and heard for an instant the sound of laughter and gay voices. The smell of food came also, and the Twins sniffed the delicious odor hungrily. Soon Pericles appeared, wearing a wreath upon his brow, and, as Daphne thought, looking more like a God than ever. Anaxagoras told him the story which the Twins had told to him. "A very neat plot! Is it not?" said Pericles gravely, when Anaxagoras had finished. "They said something about you too," said Daphne, lifting her eyes to Anaxagoras. "Indeed!" said Anaxagoras. "So I am in it, too! What did they say?"