What matter which very much after all?
The Sun is not a cynic; he is only wise because he is Life and he is
Death, the creator and the corrupter of all things.
CHAPTER IX.
But Bebee, who only saw in the sun the sign of daily work, the brightness
of the face of the world, the friend of the flowers, the harvest-man of
the poor, the playmate of the birds and butterflies, the kindly light
that the waking birds and the ringing carillon welcomed,--Bebee, who was
not at all afraid of him, smiled at his rays and saw in them only fairest
promise of a cloudless midsummer day as she gave her last crumb to the
swallows, dropped down off the thatch, and busied herself in making bread
that Mere Krebs would bake for her, until it was time to cut her flowers
and go down into the town.
When her loaves were made and she had run over with them to the
mill-house and back again, she attired herself with more heed than
usual, and ran to look at her own face in the mirror of the deep
well-water--other glass she had none.
She was used to hear herself called pretty; bat she had never thought
about it at all till now.
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