I wanted the light, I wanted----" She drew a deep breath, turning towards the window and spreading her pink finger-tips to the light.

"Oh, the SUN.

I love the sun.

See, put your hand there--here on the top of the vat--like that.

Isn't it warm?
Isn't it fine?
And don't you love to see it coming in like that through the windows, floods of it; and all the little dust in it shining?
Where there is lots of sunlight, I think the people must be very good.