“‘But where is the beautiful stone?’ he asked, when she had finished. ‘Didst thou drop it in thy alarm?’ “No, indeed! Aglaia had done nothing of the sort. When she began to run, she had popped it into her mouth, and there it was still, quite safe. Now she poked it out between her red lips, where it glittered in the sunlight. “‘Take it,’ she whispered. “The question was--how was he to take it? Both of Aglaia’s arms were held fast to her sides by Glaucon’s arms; and if he loosened his clasp ever so little he was afraid she would fall, so weak and trembling was she from her dreadful fright. Then Glaucon had a brilliant idea. He would take the beautiful stone from Aglaia’s lips with his own lips. “He bent over until his lips touched hers--and THEN, he forgot all about the beautiful pebble and so did Aglaia. Kissing was discovered! “What a yarn!” said Dan, drawing a long breath, when we had come to ourselves and discovered that we were really sitting in a dewy Prince Edward Island orchard instead of watching two lovers on a mountain in Thessaly in the Golden Age. “I don’t believe a word of it.” “Of course, we know it wasn’t really true,” said Felicity. “Well, I don’t know,” said the Story Girl thoughtfully. “I think there are two kinds of true things--true things that ARE, and true things that are NOT, but MIGHT be.” “I don’t believe there’s any but the one kind of trueness,” said Felicity. “And anyway, this story couldn’t be true. You know there was no such thing as a god Pan.” “How do you know what there might have been in the Golden Age?” asked the Story Girl. Which was, indeed, an unanswerable question for Felicity. “I wonder what became of the beautiful stone?” said Cecily. “Likely Aglaia swallowed it,” said Felix practically. “Did Glaucon and Aglaia ever get married?” asked Sara Ray. “The story doesn’t say. It stops just there,” said the Story Girl. “But of course they did. I will tell you what I think. I don’t think Aglaia swallowed the stone. I think it just fell to the ground; and after awhile they found it, and it turned out to be of such value that Glaucon could buy all the flocks and herds in the valley, and the sweetest cottage; and he and Aglaia were married right away.” “But you only THINK that,” said Sara Ray. “I’d like to be really sure that was what happened.” “Oh, bother, none of it happened,” said Dan. “I believed it while the Story Girl was telling it, but I don’t now. Isn’t that wheels?”