But when he was gone came one in a little gown of green, (green for hope, Sweetheart; green for hope!) and entered the house, and shut door and window; swept the hearth clean and mended the fire, and then set herself down and sang, and minded her seam. Ever when the flame burned low she built it up, and now and then she looked out of window to see if any one were coming; but mostly she sat and sang, and kept the house tidy and warm.
Now by and by Love was weary with flying hither and yon; cold he was, too, and night coming on; and as the dusk fell, he saw a light shining bright on the edge of the wold.
"Where there is light there will be warmth!" said Love; and he flew near, and saw that it was his own little house.
"Oh! who keeps my house alight?" cried Love.
He opened the door, and the air came warm to greet him.
"Oh! who keeps my house warm?" cried Love. And he looked, and saw one in a little gown of green, (green for hope, Sweetheart; oh! green for hope!) mending the fire, and singing as she worked.
"Who are you, who keep my house?" asked Love.
"Kindness is my name!" said the little housekeeper.
"Outside it is cold and empty," said Love, "and the wind blows over the waste; may I come in and warm me by the fire?"
"Oh! and welcome!" said Kindness. "It was for you I kept it."