“No.”
“What then?”
The other hesitated, because he really did not know the answer. At last he said:
“I have my Sundays free. And I think I should miss the forest if I went away. I haven’t any other reason—that I know of.”
L’ENVOI
Power of the wave and the light,
Power of the wind and the dawn,
Fanned by the strength of thy breath
Man’s soul is born.
Power of the song of the lark,