strange ambitious baby goes straight to make friends with the people who matter."
"Cloelia cannot be yours," said Helena. "Famia must have found her under an arch. Tell us about Gaia Laelia; did she look happy being favored by Berenice and the Vestal?"
Maia paused. "Mostly. She was one of the youngest, and after a long time in the royal embrace I thought she probably got bored--anyway, there was a little flurry. It was handled very smoothly, and most people never noticed."
"What kind of flurry?" I asked.
"How should I know? It seemed as if she said something embarrassing, the way children do. Berenice looked startled. Gaia was whisked off the Queen's lap, her mother grabbed her, looking as if she wanted to be swallowed by a chasm opening up, and you could see everyone nearby laughing and pretending nothing had happened. Next time I saw Gaia, she was playing with my Cloelia, and they both gave me a glare that said nobody should interrupt."
"Playing?" Helena demanded.
"Yes, they spent over an hour carrying imaginary water vessels from one of the fountains."
"What did you think of Gaia?"
"Too good mannered. Too nice natured. Too pretty and well favored. Don't say it: I know I'm just a rude grouse."
"We love you for it," I assured my sister affectionately. I now explained how Gaia had come to see me, and what she had said about her family. "I don't know what it's all about, but she was asking me for help. So what did you think of Gaia's mother? If someone in the family has it in for the child, could it be her?"
"Doubt it," said Maia. "She was far too proud of her little mite."
"We only met an uncle," Helena contributed. "Is the mother downtrodden?"
"Not noticeably, at least not when she is out in female company."
"But at home, who knows? . . . Did Cloelia tell Gaia she has an uncle who is an informer?"
"No idea. She could well have done."
"And on the other side, I suppose you don't know if Gaia told Cloelia anything about her family?"
"Helena, when Julia is older you will learn about this: I," said Maia, "was merely the chaperon who enabled my daughter to mingle with elevated people and dream that she herself was ludicrously important. I hired the litter that took us to the Palatine. I caused embarrassment by wearing too bright a gown and by making jokes about the occasion in a rather loud undertone. Other than that, I was superfluous. I was not allowed to know anything that Cloelia got up to when the girls were let loose together. My only other role was later at home, mopping her brow and holding the bowl when the excitement made her throw up all night."
"You are a wonderful mother," Helena assured her.
"Do mention it to my children sometime."
"They know," I said.
"Well, Cloelia won't think so when I have to break the news that she won't be chosen."
"Mothers all over Rome will have the same problem," Petro reminded her.
"All except the self-satisfied piece with the squint who produced Gaia Laelia." The child's mother had really offended Maia. But I reckoned it was merely by existing.
"It may not be so simple. Something is definitely amiss there. The child came to ask for help for a reason."
"She came to see you because she had a wild imagination and no sense of judgment," said Maia. "Not to mention a family who allow her to steal the litter and to traipse around town without her nurse."
"I feel there may be more to it," Helena demurred. "It's no use. We cannot just forget it--Marcus, one of us will have to look into this further."
However, we had to stop there because of a commotion at the street door when the children returned. The little ones were whimpering, and even Marius looked white.
"Oh, Uncle Marcus, a big dog jumped on Nux and would not get off again." He was curling up with embarrassment, knowing what the beast had been up to, yet not wanting to say.
"Well, that's wonderful." I beamed, as Nux shot under the table with a sheepish and disheveled appearance. "If we end up having dear little
"Cloelia cannot be yours," said Helena. "Famia must have found her under an arch. Tell us about Gaia Laelia; did she look happy being favored by Berenice and the Vestal?"
Maia paused. "Mostly. She was one of the youngest, and after a long time in the royal embrace I thought she probably got bored--anyway, there was a little flurry. It was handled very smoothly, and most people never noticed."
"What kind of flurry?" I asked.
"How should I know? It seemed as if she said something embarrassing, the way children do. Berenice looked startled. Gaia was whisked off the Queen's lap, her mother grabbed her, looking as if she wanted to be swallowed by a chasm opening up, and you could see everyone nearby laughing and pretending nothing had happened. Next time I saw Gaia, she was playing with my Cloelia, and they both gave me a glare that said nobody should interrupt."
"Playing?" Helena demanded.
"Yes, they spent over an hour carrying imaginary water vessels from one of the fountains."
"What did you think of Gaia?"
"Too good mannered. Too nice natured. Too pretty and well favored. Don't say it: I know I'm just a rude grouse."
"We love you for it," I assured my sister affectionately. I now explained how Gaia had come to see me, and what she had said about her family. "I don't know what it's all about, but she was asking me for help. So what did you think of Gaia's mother? If someone in the family has it in for the child, could it be her?"
"Doubt it," said Maia. "She was far too proud of her little mite."
"We only met an uncle," Helena contributed. "Is the mother downtrodden?"
"Not noticeably, at least not when she is out in female company."
"But at home, who knows? . . . Did Cloelia tell Gaia she has an uncle who is an informer?"
"No idea. She could well have done."
"And on the other side, I suppose you don't know if Gaia told Cloelia anything about her family?"
"Helena, when Julia is older you will learn about this: I," said Maia, "was merely the chaperon who enabled my daughter to mingle with elevated people and dream that she herself was ludicrously important. I hired the litter that took us to the Palatine. I caused embarrassment by wearing too bright a gown and by making jokes about the occasion in a rather loud undertone. Other than that, I was superfluous. I was not allowed to know anything that Cloelia got up to when the girls were let loose together. My only other role was later at home, mopping her brow and holding the bowl when the excitement made her throw up all night."
"You are a wonderful mother," Helena assured her.
"Do mention it to my children sometime."
"They know," I said.
"Well, Cloelia won't think so when I have to break the news that she won't be chosen."
"Mothers all over Rome will have the same problem," Petro reminded her.
"All except the self-satisfied piece with the squint who produced Gaia Laelia." The child's mother had really offended Maia. But I reckoned it was merely by existing.
"It may not be so simple. Something is definitely amiss there. The child came to ask for help for a reason."
"She came to see you because she had a wild imagination and no sense of judgment," said Maia. "Not to mention a family who allow her to steal the litter and to traipse around town without her nurse."
"I feel there may be more to it," Helena demurred. "It's no use. We cannot just forget it--Marcus, one of us will have to look into this further."
However, we had to stop there because of a commotion at the street door when the children returned. The little ones were whimpering, and even Marius looked white.
"Oh, Uncle Marcus, a big dog jumped on Nux and would not get off again." He was curling up with embarrassment, knowing what the beast had been up to, yet not wanting to say.
"Well, that's wonderful." I beamed, as Nux shot under the table with a sheepish and disheveled appearance. "If we end up having dear little
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