Come outside. I wish to talk
about the venerable, and yet common design that tops every outside
window and door of this house.--What do you call that design, may I
ask?"
"Why, everybody knows the Greek fret!" said Alicia, staring at it.
"It's as old as the hills."
"Exactly," agreed The Author. "The Greek fret is as old as the hill.
And, with the single exception of the swastika, it is the design
most universally known to man. You may find it on a bit of ancient
Greek pottery, or on a crumbling wall in Yucatan. Many people refer
to it as the Greek key."
Something began to glimmer in my mind--the vaguest, most tenuous
shadow of an idea; a tantalizing, hide-and-seek phantom of a
thought.
"_Turne Hellens Keye
Three Tennes and Three_,"
he quoted the doggerel verse.
We looked at him mutely.
"It is a tiresome truism," he went on, reflectively, "that what lies
close to the eye often escapes observation. For instance, these
windows have been staring at me daily, each with its nice little
eyebrow of design, and I overlooked the design until my subconscious
mind suggested to me that here, in all probability, lies Hellen's
Keye.
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