"The winter is cold,
But who would be sad?
For spring will return
To make the world glad."
With an echoing yodel the boy finished his song, and skipping along meanwhile in his bare feet as nimbly as his goats, he presently reached the side of the ladies.
"Good evening to you," he said, looking up at them with dancing eyes, and was about to go on. But they liked this goat boy with the bright eyes.
"Wait a moment," said Paula. "Are you the goat boy of Fideris? And are these the goats from the village?"
"To be sure they are," he answered.
"And do you take them up every day?"
"Yes, of course."
"Indeed? And what is your name?"
"I am called Moni."