After all, they're good signs, and if we could ask
animals, who knows if they could not give us good advice?"
The mother smiled, but the father said:
"Don't forget to look up Crappy Zachy, and don't go ahead and bind
yourself until you have consulted him. He knows the affairs of all the
people for ten miles around, and is a living information bureau. And
now, God be with you! Take your time--you may stay away as long as ten
days."
Father and son shook hands, and the mother said:
"I'll escort you part of the way."
The young man, leading his horse by the bridle, then walked quietly
beside his mother until they were out in front of the yard, and it was
not until they reached the turn in the road that the mother said,
hesitatingly:
"I should like to give you some good advice."
"Yes, yes, let me have it--I'll listen to it gladly."
The mother then took her son's hand, and began:
"You must stand still--I can't talk while I am walking. Look; that she
should please you is, of course, the first thing--there's no happiness
without love. Well, I am an old woman, and so I may say what I think to
you, may I not?"
"Yes, surely."
"Well, if it doesn't make you happy, if it doesn't make you feel as if
it were a boon from heaven to kiss her, then it's not the right kind of
love. But--why don't you stand still--but that kind of love is not
enough; there may be something else concealed beneath it, believe me.
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