Chapter 18

           Thelittleprincecrossedthedesertandencounteredonlyoneflower. Aflowerwiththreepetals-aflowerofnoconsequence... 

           "Goodmorning,"saidthelittleprince. 

           "Goodmorning,"saidtheflower. 

           "Wherearethepeople? "thelittleprinceinquiredpolitely. 

           Theflowerhadonedayseenacaravanpassing. 

           "People? Therearesixorsevenofthem,Ibelieve,inexistence. Icaughtsightofthemyearsago. Butyouneverknowwheretofindthem. Thewindblowsthemaway. Theyhavenoroots,whichhampersthemagooddeal." 

           "Good-bye,"saidthelittleprince. 

           "Good-bye,"saidtheflower.