"How can you carry them there if you never saw it?"

"I know the way."

"But how is it you never saw it?"

"Because it is behind me."

"But you can look round."

"Not far enough to see my own back. No; I always look before me.
In fact, I grow quite blind and deaf when I try to see my back.
I only mind my work."

"But how does it be your work?"

"Ah, that I can't tell you. I only know it is, because when I do it
I feel all right, and when I don't I feel all wrong. East Wind says--
only one does not exactly know how much to believe of what she says,
for she is very naughty sometimes--she says it is all managed
by a baby; but whether she is good or naughty when she says that,
I don't know. I just stick to my work. It is all one to me to
let a bee out of a tulip, or to sweep the cobwebs from the sky.
You would like to go with me to-night?"

"I don't want to see a ship sunk."

"But suppose I had to take you?"