Boy—(Moving aside.) I'll follow you up the hill.
Man—(Smiling.) I may wait here.
Boy—I may play. (He throws a stone across the waters, and laughs as it strikes the surface.)
Man—(Sharply.) Now! You have disturbed the frogs and hidden green things!
Boy—A ripple on the waters! It's the smile that quick adorns my lady's face when I tell.... A little ripple—it whispers of spring and youth to the hidden green things. I am glad I flung the stone!
Man—Youth! A braggart word employed by fools and poets who have not lived.
Boy—Youth! A magic word, the talisman of those who seek the promised land!
Man—(Slowly.) I seek the world of yesterday!
Boy—We left it ... yesterday. Your road lies back in the valley.
Man—I carry a chart in my breast, it marks the place where yesterday stands. This lane leads there.