“When will my darling come again?”
“Do you want me, dear? I will wander no more. But it is fine up here. I go like light. Thoughts cannot travel faster.”
“My darling is like a spirit of air for speed.”
“I will speed to you, dear.”
“His daughter pines for him.”
“Not her.”
“My heart is full of love. This winter I will marry him and journey with him in the famous sky. Here are ten thousand kisses to last till winter shall bring him home.”
“My coach frets to be going. But this winter it shall stop for a season.”
The button darts upward.
Robet—I say in my mind—weep not. There are fairies around. I look up to see Show Off in front of me.