March Winds.
The devil makes the strong March wind
That lifts the skirts too high;
But angels send the whirling dust
That blows in the bad man's eye.
—Life.
Reconciliation.
"Say, old man, why continue this coldness any longer? We haven't spoken to each other for two years, and because of a trivial quarrel."
"There is no reason why we shouldn't be friends. Of course, you were the aggressor in the quarrel, but I ask no apology."