curiosity to the people as they are to you. It seems to
excuse your staring about you."

"A curiosity!" exclaimed Carlton; "I should say so! The last
time I was here I tried to wear a pair of knickerbockers
around the city, and the people stared so that I had to go
back to the hotel and change them. I shouldn't have minded it
so much in any other country, but I thought men who wore
Jaeger underclothing and women's petticoats for a national
costume might have excused so slight an eccentricity as
knickerbockers. THEY had no right to throw the first stone."

The rock upon which the temples of the Acropolis are built is
more of a hill than a rock. It is much steeper upon one side
than the other, with a sheer fall a hundred yards broad; on
the opposite side there are the rooms of the Hospital of
Aesculapius and the theatres of Dionysus and Herodes Atticus.
The top of the rock holds the Parthenon and the other smaller
temples, or what yet remains of them, and its surface is
littered with broken marble and stones and pieces of rock.
The top is so closely built over that the few tourists who
visit it can imagine themselves its sole occupants for a half-
hour at a time. When Carlton and his friends arrived, the
place appeared quite deserted. They left the carriage at the
base of the rock, and climbed up to the entrance on foot.

"Now, before I go on to the Parthenon," said Miss Morris, "I
want to walk around the sides, and see what is there. I shall
begin with that theatre to the left, and I warn you that I
mean to take my time about it. So you people who have been