"But who are you?" she asked, amazed, when she saw Sorrow's dark eyes.
"I am Sorrow, and I must wander for ever. And who are you?"
"I am Work; cannot you see that? Do you not see how healthy I am, and what strong arms I have."
And with that she took up Sorrow like an infant upon her arms, and ran with her all over the field, and laughed and shouted gleefully. A faint tinge of red came over Sorrow's face as she said smiling—
"Come with me, do. I may never rest, and yet I am often so weary."
"That may not be, my little sister, for I must sleep in order to be fresh again in the day. But I am in all places, and must laugh, yet when I see your eyes my laughter is choked. But when you call me I will come, and remain behind whence you depart, to make the faces glad again."
Once more Sorrow stepped forth into the glittering morning and into the wide wide world. But Work and Patience kept faith and became her trusty companions. And many a time they met together of an evening in the house by the lake, and read out of the Book of Life or wrote in its pages.