Orioles were sowing the pure, sweet air with notes of gold, poured out while on wing.

The robins were only chirping now, for their morning songs had awakened all the other birds an hour ago.

Scolding red-wings tilted on half the bushes.

Excepting late species of haws, tree bloom was almost gone, but wild flowers made the path border and all the wood floor a riot of colour.

Elnora, born among such scenes, worked eagerly, but to the city man, recently from a hospital, they seemed too good to miss.