rage. "You sha'n't have 'em! I don't want only just the little, mean, rat-faced god from Egypt. I want the big ones—and I'm going to have 'em!"
Tom looked at his wife.
"Insanity is the only thing that ails those children," he remarked with calm.
As they dressed they could hear the high names of ancient gods thrown about with abandon. From the back stairs came Laurie's voice soothingly:
"Never mind, darlin', about them haythen gods of Robert's—bad luck to the ugly ole faces of 'em! Just you tell him Laurie'll give you the Banshee—that'll fix him! An all the fairies from the Pinwell in the Vales of Antrim!"
"Now they're all insane!" said Tom. "You won't have to send any one away. All we need is to get a keeper to come here."
Presently Alice saw him get a heavy book of reference. As he read a smile spread over his face. He whispered to Sara. As they came in to the breakfast table Robert said:
"All the Greek gods and all the Roman ones."
"I've got all the Indian ones!" Sara countered, "and there's more of them than any other kind!" She looked toward her father for affirmation, but Tom was entrenched behind his morning paper.
Later Robert left the house, informing Alice that he was going to change his library book. Sara peered after him out of the window.
"I know where he's gone," she announced. "He's gone to get more gods. More fairies and things he's gone for." For in Sara's mind the august deities of ancient civilization and the fairies were precisely upon the same footing. In retaliation she went to Mrs.
