Cornelia's Jewels (1) [Cornelia's Jewels]
Cornelia's Jewels (1)
It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome mony hundred years ago.
In a vine-covered summer-house in a beautiful garden, two boys were standing.
They were looking at their mother and her friend, who were walking among the flowers and trees.
" Did you ever see so handsome a lady as our mother's friend ?" asked the younger boy, holding his tall brother's hand.
" She looks like a queen."
" Yes, she is not so beutiful as our mother, " said the elder boy.
" She has a fine dress, it is true; but her face is not noble and kind. It is our mother who is like a queen. "
" That is true, " said the other.
" There is no woman in Rome so much like a queen as our own dear mother. "
Soon Cornelia, their mother, came down the walk to speak with them.
She was simply dressed in a white robe.
Her arms and feet were bare, as was the custom in those days.; and no ring nor chain glittered about her hands and neck.
For her only crown, long braids of soft brown hair were coiled about her head.
And a tender smile lit up her noble face as she looked into her son's proud eyes.
" Boys, " she said, " I have something to tell you. "
They bowed before her, as Roman boys were taught to do, and said.
" What is it, mother ?"
" You are to dine with us today, here in the garden.
And then our friend is going to show us that wonderful casket of jewels of which you have heard so much. "
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