"Now I must go to work."

The boy ceased his sobbing. After a while, looking up with a tearful, smiling face, he announced, as if to the voice that had called him:

"Now I must go to work."


PART SECOND

Ten Years Later

O master, if you did but hear the pedler at the door, you would never dance again after a tabor and a pipe; no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings several tunes faster than you'll tell money; he utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's ears grew to his tunes.

A Winter's Tale.