You couldn't blame them.

It was a lovely day, and the big upper door the pleasantest place.

I didn't care if the fox hunters never came, there was so much to see, hear, and smell.

Everything was busy making signs of spring, and one could become tired of ice and snow after a while, and so hungry for summer that those first days which were just hints of what was coming were almost better than the real thing when it arrived.

Bud perfume was stronger than last week, many doves and bluebirds were calling, and three days more of such sunshine would make cross-country riding too muddy to be pleasant.