Thelittleprincealsopulledup,withacertainsenseofdejection,thelastlittleshootsofthebaobabs.Hebelievedthathewouldneverwanttoreturn.Butonthislastmorningallthesefamiliartasksseemedveryprecioustohim.Andwhenhewateredtheflowerforthelasttime,andpreparedtoplaceherundertheshelterofherglassglobe,herealisedthathewasveryclosetotears."Goodbye,"hesaidtotheflower.Butshemadenoanswer."Goodbye,"hesaidagain.Theflowercoughed.Butitwasnotbecauseshehadacold."Iha一vebeensilly,"shesaidtohim,atlast."Iaskyourforgiveness.Trytobehappy…"Hewassurprisedbythisabsenceofreproaches.Hestoodthereallbewildered,theglassglobeheldarrestedinmid-air.Hedidnotunderstandthisquietsweetness.