And why do you dress in sage, sage green?'
'Children should never be heard, if seen,
Little brother.
(O Mother Carey, mother!
What fowls are a-wing in the stormy heaven!)'
'But why is your face so yellowy white,
Sister Helen?
And why are your skirts so funnily tight?'
'Be quiet, you torment, or how can I write,
Little brother?