"And what should a boy like you--a Faun too,--know about the joys and sorrows, the intertwining light and shadow, of human life?
I forgot that you were a Faun.

You cannot suffer deeply; therefore you can but half enjoy.

Here, now, is a subject which you can better appreciate." The sketch represented merely a rustic dance, but with such extravagance of fun as was delightful to behold; and here there was no drawback, except that strange sigh and sadness which always come when we are merriest.
"I am going to paint the picture in oils," said the artist; "and I want you, Donatello, for the wildest dancer of them all.

Will you sit for me, some day ?--or, rather, dance for me ?" "O, most gladly, signorina!" exclaimed Donatello.

"See; it shall be like this." And forthwith he began to dance, and flit about the studio, like an incarnate sprite of jollity, pausing at last on the extremity of one toe, as if that were the only portion of himself whereby his frisky nature could come in contact with the earth.