But their odour seems to calm me, and at the least indisposition I have only need to smell them and I am at once cured." He was enraptured while listening to her prattle.

He revelled in the beautiful ring of her voice, which had an extremely penetrating, prolonged charm; and he must have been peculiarly sensitive to this human music, for the caressing inflection on certain words moistened his eyelids.
Suddenly returning to her household cares she exclaimed: "Oh, now the shirts will soon be dry!" Then, in the unconscious and simple need of making herself known, she continued her confidences: "For colouring, the white is always beautiful, is it not?
I tire at times of blue, of red, and of all other shades; but white is a constant joy, of which I am never weary.

There is nothing in it to trouble you; on the contrary, you would like to lose yourself in it.

We had a white cat, with yellow spots, which I painted white.

It did very well for a while, but it did not last long.