Towards evening I stopped her at the door and entered into the following conversation with her.
“Tell me, my beauty,” I asked, “what were you doing on the roof to-day?”
“I was looking to see from what direction the wind was blowing.”
“What did you want to know for?”
“Whence the wind blows comes happiness.”
“Well? Were you invoking happiness with your song?”
“Where there is singing there is also happiness.”
“But what if your song were to bring you sorrow?”
“Well, what then? Where things won’t be better, they will be worse; and from bad to good again is not far.”
“And who taught you that song?”