You were our only child; named Artaminta, in remembrance of my mother.
The child was preserved, and brought up in the temple of Phœbus.
But I've known every bad place in it, and I've religiously put in your "Come, come, child!"
The frolic with the child seemed to have blown away a fog from between them.
When he "played" with Baby Akemit thereafter, the pretence was not all ...