HADDA PADDA. Not now, thank you.
HERBORIST [puts the flowers into the bag; points to the sky]. Look how red the clouds are!—I think we'll have fine weather to-morrow.
HADDA PADDA. Do you think so?
HERBORIST. Evening-glow means warm, morning-glow means storm.
HADDA PADDA [is silent].
HERBORIST. Why do you look at me so long?
HADDA PADDA. You have such a peaceful smile on your face. Are you always so contented?
HERBORIST. I have no reason not to be.
HADDA PADDA. Have you never been discontented with life?
HERBORIST. Yes, when I deserved it. But when one is kind to every one, life brings peace and happiness.