"Something you cannot give me. Or rather, yes, you can give it to me. Promise me you will."
"Surely, if it will make you happy."
"I shall be the happiest of men."
"Then it's granted in advance."
"Very well, this is it: every morning you must examine the weather. If it is bad, you will let me sleep."
"And if it is fine?"
"If it is fine, you will wake me up."
His sister was afraid to ask more, as she guessed how he would use a fine day. As she was silent, he pretended to pout with that cajoling manner he could assume, and which fascinated everybody.
"You won't do it? I could not stay home: c'est plus fort que moi."
"But, I promise."