Plate 31, 18x27
These two girls had been walking and suddenly went under the cart and pulled a little table in front of them. They seemed so happy, as if they had arrived somewhere, yet they simply had each other, the little table and the use of the cart until the carpenter came back for it.
Possibly they had something more — the imagination that they allowed themselves. Things were sparse. It was poor—very poor—but only if they said or believed it was. They seemed to say and act as if it was satisfying - just what they wanted, just what they had searched for. That made it rich, that made it good, that made them happy. In fact, they had arrived at their destination—where there need be no more searching, where Heaven and Earth meet and yield paradise.