A great warm stillness is on the garden and house.

The sweet Nancies no longer bow.

They stand straight up, all a-row, making the whole place honeyed.

The school-room is one great nosegay.

Every vase and jug, and cup, and pot and pan and pipkin that we can command, is crammed with heavy-headed daffodils, with pale-cheeked primroses, with wine-colored gilly-flowers, every thing that spring has thrust most plentifully into our eager hands.
The boys have been out fishing.
Algy and Bobby have been humorously trying to drown the Brat.
He looks small and cold in consequence, and his little pert nose is tinged with a chilly pink.