TALES OF THE GREEKS
his bare feet. This was unusual. Men who were in high position such as he was in would bid slaves wash their feet for them.
"Sir," said one of the Macedonians, "you are Alexander's friend, and the friend of a king ought not to live in so shabby a style."
Just then a poor old man, in patched garments, passed by the door.
"Do you think I am worse off than that old man?" asked Phocion.
"No, sir."
"Well, but he lives on much less than I do, and is content. I should feel no happier if I had Alexander's money."
The messengers carried the talents back to Macedonia.
I have told you that Phocion was forty-five times chosen general of the Athenian army. Just when he had been elected on the twentieth occasion, a lady called to see his wife, and showed to the simple woman her necklaces and bracelets.
"And now let me see your jewels," said the visitor.
"Phocion is my ornament," answered Phocion's wife; "he has just been chosen for the twentieth time for the command of the Athenian army."
The son of the general, however, was not so fine in spirit as his father and mother. Phocus (Fokus) was the young man's name. He had given way
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