Then she opened her trunk, and taking thence the brass match-box and chamois-skin bag added their contents to the pile.

Next she laid herself upon the bed and gathered the gleaming heaps of gold pieces to her with both arms, burying her face in them with long sighs of unspeakable delight.
It was a little past noon, and the day was fine and warm.

The leaves of the huge cherry trees threw off a certain pungent aroma that entered through the open window, together with long thin shafts of golden sunlight.

Below, in the kindergarten, the children were singing gayly and marching to the jangling of the piano.

Trina heard nothing, saw nothing.