On the slopes of the Phrygian hills, there once dwelt a pious old couple named Baucis and Philemon.
As Baucis had said, there was but a scanty supper for two hungry travellers.
“You hear, mistress, how shamefully she mocks your waiting-woman,” said Baucis in lamentable tones.
Philemon and Baucis cared for the beautiful temple for years.
A fourth visit was paid to a charming old Philmon and Baucis, the best possible specimens of their class.
Their memories will ever be associated with the "Cottage of Philemon and Baucis."
While Baucis was getting the supper, the travelers both began to talk very sociably with Philemon.
As Baucis had said, there was but a scanty supper for two hungry travelers.
Footsore and weary, the two beggars at last climbed the hill to the hut of Philemon and Baucis.
Claudia only, with Baucis, remained with the leech to watch the sick man.