His courteous voice was simply dignified.
“Nature never hurries. God commands you every happiness and all repose. Here’s your little home, my gentle lady! I am at your service any time. I hope you will find it comfortable.”
He set me at the “Willow Cottage.”
He slipped gracefully away.
There was some time before I heard his “kotsu kotsu” on my door.
I opened it.
“Greeting from the host!” Mr. Heine offered me a tuft of brisk roses.
Heine was the poet’s name.
How loving!
I buried myself in the thought of straying to a fairy isle, and being accepted romantically by the dwellers.