always liked to look down into the deep valley below.

"But what are you now, Jorgli, if you are no longer goat-boy?" began
Moni. "You must be something."

"Surely I am something, and something very good," replied Jorgli, "I am
egg-boy. Every day I carry eggs to all the hotels, as far as I can go;
I come up here to the Bath House, too. Yesterday I was there."

Moni shook his head. "That's nothing. I wouldn't be an egg-boy; I would
a thousand times rather be goat-boy, it is much finer."

"But why?"

"Eggs are not alive, you can't speak a word to them, and they don't run
after you like the goats which are glad to see you when you come, and
are fond of you, and understand every word you say to them; you can't
have any pleasure with eggs as you can with the goats up here."

"Yes, and you," interrupted Jorgli, "what great pleasure do you have up
here? Just now you have had to get up six times while we were eating,
just on account of that silly kid, to prevent it from falling down
below--is that a pleasure?"

"Yes, I like to do that! Isn't it so, Maggerli? Come! Come here!" Moni
jumped up and ran after the kid, for it was making dangerous leaps for
sheer joy. When he sat down again, Jorgli said:

"There is another way to keep the young goats from falling over the
rocks, without having to be always jumping after them, as you do."