If a child cries they say the heavens are falling.

Now a grandmother is far enough separated from the pain of bearing and the pleasure of giving the breast to consider whether a cry is wickedness pure or the wind.
And since thou speakest once again of wind, when last the Holy One was here, maybe I offended in pressing for charms.' 'Sister,' said the lama, using that form of address a Buddhist monk may sometimes employ towards a nun, 'if charms comfort thee--' 'They are better than ten thousand doctors.' 'I say, if they comfort thee, I who was Abbot of Such-zen, will make as many as thou mayest desire.

I have never seen thy face--' 'That even the monkeys who steal our loquats count for again.

Hee! hee!' 'But as he who sleeps there said,'-- he nodded at the shut door of the guest-chamber across the forecourt--'thou hast a heart of gold...

And he is in the spirit my very "grandson" to me.' 'Good! I am the Holy One's cow.' This was pure Hinduism, but the lama never heeded.