Later in the year everything looks more tired.

Now things were beginning and everyone was rather inclined to believe that this year would be better than last.

"Look at the shop windows," said Betty, "full of whites and pinks and yellows and blues--the colours of hyacinth and daffodil beds.

It seems as if they insist that there never has been a winter and never will be one.

They insist that there never was and never will be anything but spring." "It's in the air." Lady Anstruthers' sigh was actually a happy one.