XXII

"Good morning," said the little prince.

"Good morning," said the switchman.

- What are you doing here ? Said the little prince.

"I'm sorting out the travelers, in bundles of a thousand," said the switchman. I ship the trains that take them, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left. "

And a flashing light, thundering like a roar, made the switching cab tremble.

"They are in a great hurry," said the little prince. What are they looking for ?

"The man of the locomotive ignores it himself," said the switchman.

And in a reverse direction, a second illuminated flash fell.

"They're coming back already?" Asked the little prince.

"They are not the same," said the switchman. It's an exchange.

"They were not happy, where they were?"

"One is never satisfied where one is," said the switchman.

And scolded the thunder of a third rapid illuminated.