And, like the bird that sings at midnight, her cheery soul sang in its darkness.
Only one sound seemed ever to come from her little lips, and it was the sound of laughter.

With this she lay down to sleep at night, and rose again in the morning.

She laughed as she combed her hair, and laughed again as she came dancing out of her chamber at dawn.
She had only one sentinel on the outpost of her spirit, and that was the sense of touch and feeling.

With this she seemed to know the day from the night, and when the sun was shining and when the sky was dark.

She knew her mother, too, by the touch of her fingers, and her father by the brushing of his beard.