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66 THE ISLES AND SHRINES OF GREECE
rooms to themselves. Let them not delude them-
selves with a vision of a picturesque inn where a
dainty Greek maiden in becoming costume serves
nectar and ambrosia. Yet Spiridion's wife, though
neither young nor attractive, was solicitous about our
meals. With great care she pretended to inquire as
to the hours when we would have them served, — as
if it made any difference, when we knew that the
food was all cooked in one batch, and doled out to
us at regular intervals.
The next day a pouring rain was discouraging
to archaeological investigation. But Paul and my-
self did not mean to have our enthusiasm damp-
ened. We planned to go to the north of the island
to see if the topography could any more easily
be reconciled to the story. One of the tires of the
chariot was nearly off to start with. To all ap-
pearances it would not last fifteen minutes, and we
had a round trip of from five to six hours ahead of
us. But there was no telling how many journeys it
had made in that condition, and the driver's confi-
dence seemed to be based upon its age and general
debility. If the carriage was bad, the road was fine,
and now and then the clouds lifted to give us a view
on the way to Stavros. The road winds around the
Gulf of Molo, and then rises in a zigzag on the
mountain side, and runs across the high " divide"
or saddle which separates the Gulf of Molo from
the channel of Ithaca. The beautiful view of the
day before was shut out by the pouring rain. We
passed through the little village of Levke, and
finally, after a slow, wet ride of three hours, a large
part of which was up hill, we wound round the
rooms to themselves. Let them not delude them-
selves with a vision of a picturesque inn where a
dainty Greek maiden in becoming costume serves
nectar and ambrosia. Yet Spiridion's wife, though
neither young nor attractive, was solicitous about our
meals. With great care she pretended to inquire as
to the hours when we would have them served, — as
if it made any difference, when we knew that the
food was all cooked in one batch, and doled out to
us at regular intervals.
The next day a pouring rain was discouraging
to archaeological investigation. But Paul and my-
self did not mean to have our enthusiasm damp-
ened. We planned to go to the north of the island
to see if the topography could any more easily
be reconciled to the story. One of the tires of the
chariot was nearly off to start with. To all ap-
pearances it would not last fifteen minutes, and we
had a round trip of from five to six hours ahead of
us. But there was no telling how many journeys it
had made in that condition, and the driver's confi-
dence seemed to be based upon its age and general
debility. If the carriage was bad, the road was fine,
and now and then the clouds lifted to give us a view
on the way to Stavros. The road winds around the
Gulf of Molo, and then rises in a zigzag on the
mountain side, and runs across the high " divide"
or saddle which separates the Gulf of Molo from
the channel of Ithaca. The beautiful view of the
day before was shut out by the pouring rain. We
passed through the little village of Levke, and
finally, after a slow, wet ride of three hours, a large
part of which was up hill, we wound round the