And there was no one to whom he could tell the tragic and romantic story of his birth.

One or two happy gleams of brightness, however, lightened his darkness and prevented the Vision from fading entirely into the greyness of the factory sky.

Once the Owner, an unspeakable god with a bald pink head and a paunch vastly chained with gold, conducted a party of ladies over the works.

One of the latter, a very grand lady, noticed him at his bench and came-and spoke kindly to him.

Her voice had the same sweet timbre as his goddess's.