Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Paradise of Children
“ One other Trouble, in such a swarm as you have set adrift about the world, can make no very great difference.” “You might speak a little more kindly!” murmured Pandora, wiping her eyes. “Ah, naughty boy!” cried the little voice within the box, in an arch and laughing tone. “He knows he is longing to see me. Come, my dear Pandora, lift up the lid. I am in a great hurry to comfort you. Only let me have some fresh air, and you shall soon see that matters are not quite so dismal as you think them!” “Epimetheus,” exclaimed Pandora, “come what may, I am resolved to open the box!” ”

