"Wistik? Certainly! Would that I knew all, though!—You know how to ask questions, Vraagal. Know-all and Ask-all! A pretty pair you are!"
And Pan laughed heartily, showing his great white teeth in an astonishingly large mouth.
"But tell me, Father Pan! Who is Windekind?"
"My dearest dear! My darling, clever little son! That is who he is. We are two yolks of one egg, although I am old, rough, and shaggy, and he is sleek, and fine, and beautiful."
"Shall I ever see him again?"
"Why not? He comes here often; and you also like it here, do you not?"
"But Wistik said I could not stay."
"You cannot do so—now; but why could you not come back again sometime?"
"Could I?"
Pan's face took on a most amused, astonished look, and he puffed out his cheeks.