Philemon was so amazed that he feared he had been dreaming, but before he could ask any questions, the elder stranger said:  “Was there not a lake long ago covering the spot where the village now stands?”

“Never in my day,” said old Philemon, “nor in my father’s, nor my grandfather’s:  there were always fields and meadows just as there are now, and I suppose there always will be.”

“That I am not so sure of,” replied the stranger.  “Since the people in that village have forgotten how to be loving and gentle, maybe it were better that the lake should be rippling over the cottages again,” and he looked very sad and stern.

He was a very important-looking man, Philemon felt, even though his clothes were old and shabby; maybe he was some great learned stranger who did not care at all for money or clothes, and was wandering about the world seeking wisdom and knowledge.  Philemon was quite sure he was not a common person.  But he talked so kindly to Philemon, and the younger traveler made such funny remarks, that they were all constantly laughing.

“Pray, my young friend, what is your name?” Philemon asked.

“Well,” answered the younger man, “I am called Mercury, because I am so quick.”

“What a strange name!” said Philemon; “and your friend, what is he called?”

“You must ask the thunder to tell you that,” said Mercury, “no other voice is loud enough.”

Philemon was a little confused at this answer, but the stranger looked so kind and friendly that he began to tell them about his good old wife, and what fine butter and cheese she made, and how happy they were in their little garden; and how they loved each other very dearly and hoped they might live together till they died.  And the stern stranger listened with a sweet smile on his face.

Baucis had now got supper ready; not very much of a supper, she told them.  There was only half a brown loaf and a bit of cheese, a pitcher with some milk, a little honey, and a bunch of purple grapes.  But she said, “Had we only known you were coming, my goodman and I would have gone without anything in order to give you a better supper.”

“Do not trouble,” said the elder stranger kindly.  “A hearty welcome is better than the finest of food, and we are so hungry that what you have to offer us seems a feast.”  Then they all went into the cottage.

And now I must tell you something that will make your eyes open.  You remember that Mercury’s staff was leaning against the cottage wall?  Well, when its owner went in at the door, what should this wonderful staff do but spread its little wings and go hop-hop, flutter-flutter up the steps; then it went tap-tap across the kitchen floor and did not stop till it stood close behind Mercury’s chair.  No one noticed this, as Baucis and her husband were too busy attending to their guests.

Baucis filled up two bowls of milk from the pitcher, while her husband cut the loaf and the cheese.  “What delightful milk, Mother Baucis,” said Mercury, “may I have some more?  This has been such a hot day that I am very thirsty.”