“Never mind; you will some day. There is no hurry about understanding it now.”
“Who blew the wind on me that made me brave?”
“I did.”
“I didn't see you.”
“Therefore you can believe me.”
“Yes, yes; of course. But how was it that such a little breath could be so strong?”
“That I don't know.”
“But you made it strong?”
“No: I only blew it. I knew it would make you strong, just as it did the man in the boat, you remember. But how my breath has that power I cannot tell. It was put into it when I was made. That is all I know. But really I must be going about my work.”
“Ah! the poor ship! I wish you would stop here, and let the poor ship go.”