" It was Don Paolo's birthday and all the people of the village were gathered in the piazza to celebrate him. The band played, the wine flowed, the children danced, and, as he stood for a moment alone under the pergola, a little girl approached the the beloved priest. " But Don Paolo, are you not happy?" she asked him. " Of course I am happy," he assured the little girl. " Why, then, aren't you crying? "