The spirit bows, then says, "It has been many years since the sounds of frolicking children have carried through my vestibules and halls. I am old. The years have taken the color from my brick and the vigor from my mortar. Soon, the time will come when only memories will inhabit my domain, and that will be very sad. For what am I if I give no refuge? I would have no purpose. I would have no more ties to the plane of my own substance." The spirit pauses, and smiles."I am grateful to hear the joyful noise of children again. They are welcome here. She who brings them is welcome most of all."