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“Foolish boy!” scolded his elder sister, a clever maid. “Will you weep at the heart-beat of every big thing in the world? Save tears for big things that chase you.”

Jack wailed more loudly.

“The beat is music,” laughed his younger sister, a lively maid. “Take my hand and dance to it.”

Jack sobbed on. Who knows how long he might have howled had not a fearsome hound, guardian of the bridge, appeared on the opposing bank.