“But I want to look Greek,” Theola insisted.
“This is what you do look like,” Richard Waring said, “not like a goddess living on Mount Olympus, but rather one of the nymphs who inhabited the island of Delos and came from the sea to serve the god of light.”
“Tell me about them! Tell me!” Theola begged.
Tell me!”Her father had related how in the 9th century B.C. there had been rumours of a young and handsome god, armed with a bow of gold, who had been born on the island of Delos and consecrated it with his presence.
“Who was the god?” Theola enquired.
“He was called Apollo,” her father answered, “and when I visited Delos, I found that the air was still a ‘dancing, quivering flame’.”
“I do not understand,” Theola said.
“It is difficult to explain,” Richard Waring had answered, “but whe
