Cupid was always young and rosy and dimpled; he never grew up as the other god children did. […] Hades, you remember, was the land of the dead, ruled by King Pluto and his young wife Proserpine. […] She was followed by a train of young girls, who hunted and rested with her. […] And that was the reason why no one asked after the other young prince. […] Their only grief was at the loss of their lovely young mother Nephele.