Then the boy saw that this lady, although her face seemed at first very plain, was as beautiful as the dawn, or as the flowery fields after a summer rain.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“If you would be a man, you must make yourself strong.”
“Some call me Labor,” she answered, “but others know me as Truth.”
“And what is your name?” he asked, turning to the first lady.
“Some call me Pleasure,” said she with a smile; “but I choose to be known as the Joyous One.”