Melitta

Melitta opened the gate and admitted a youth splendidly apparelled, and with fair curling hair.

That's right, Melitta; why, how did you manage to get those lovely violet and myrtle marriage-crowns made so quickly?

Give little Parmys a thousand kisses from me, and tell Melitta never to take her out at noon.

Melitta's name was there several times repeated, coupled with various men's names and barbaric drawings.

Demetrios rapidly buckled the plaited leather straps round Melitta's slender ankles.