I will let it alone; the mind will go to sleep and the body will keep healthy, and strong, and pure, as people call it.

It would be a pity to play with both a day, and then throw them away as the boy threw the pear-blossom.

She is a little clod of earth that has field flowers growing in it.

I will let her alone, the flowers under the plough in due course will die, and she will be content among the other clods,--if I let her alone." At that moment there went across the dark fields, against the dusky red sky, a young man with a pile of brushwood on his back, and a hatchet in his hand.
"You are late, Bebee," he called to her in Flemish, and scowled at the stranger by her side.
"A good-looking lad; who is it ?" said her companion.
"That is Jeannot, the son of old Sophie," she answered him.

"He is so good--oh, so good, you cannot think; he keeps his mother and three little sisters, and works so very, very hard in the forest, and yet he often finds time to dig my garden for me, and he chops all my wood in winter." They had come to where the road goes up by the king's summer palace.