Near her egg-basket, the child is reading the almanac. Besides the saints, and the weather phenomena, she can look at the pretty signs of the zodiac: Goat, Bull, Ram, Fish, et cetera. So she can think, the little country lass, that far above, where the constellations float, there are markets, too, like here, with many an ass, or bull, or ram, or fish, or fine she-goat. Doubtless it's the sky's market that she is reading. And when the page turns where the balance is she fancies in heaven, as at the grocery, they're weighing coffee, salt, and consciences. |