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           "Sing I must; he made me thus.
           Cheerily, for he loves me."
There was Robin among the branches of the Vine. Over and over he sang that song even with some extra cadenzas.

"How can Robin sing so?" Tovina wondered. Often each day she had seen him hard at work digging up his meals.
         "Sing I must; he made me thus.
         Cheerily, for he loves me."

Tovina looked up then, met the eyes of the Husbandman, and saw there that he cared about her silent questions.

"Robin sings amid the storms and about his taxing work," he said. "In spite of the pruning, in spite of darkness,  
         You, too, would do well
         To follow a course.
You must build a habit for seeking, in every morning light, for connection TO THE VINE."

Nothing could Tovina withhold in the face of such understanding. She planned again a course to follow and determined to begin the very next morning. The Husbandman had promised to return then; he had more to say about the pruning.