Second Girl. Yes. That is why I ran to meet him.
First Girl [to herself]. I, too, ran to meet him.
Second Girl. Ah! he is coming!
First Girl. No. It is only the little quarreling words of the leaves, and the winds that are always urging them to go away.
Second Girl. The leaves do not go.
First Girl. Some day they will go. And that the wind knows.
First Girl. Why are you not wearing your crown?
Second Girl. Why should we wear crowns? [She places the crown upon her head.]
First Girl. Do you not know?
Second Girl. No.