"To be sure!" said the Angel.
"Preposterous!" said the Grumpy Saint.
THE HOUSEKEEPER
One day Love went to and fro in his house, looked from door and window, and had no rest.
"I am weary," he said, "of this little house. Strait are the walls of it, and narrow the windows, and from them always the same things to see. I must be free; I must fly, or of what use are my wings?"
So he took his red robe about him and flew out, leaving door and window streaming wide to the cold wind.