Spring was hastening everywhere.
I came in sight of the pink house.

She was alone in the road and she took all the sunshine for herself.

I hesitated, I went by--my steps slackened heavily--I stopped, and returned towards the door.

Almost in spite of myself I went in.
At first--light! A square of sunshine glowed on the red tiled floor of the kitchen.

Casseroles and basins were shining brightly.
She was there! Standing by the sink she was making a streak of silver flow into a gleaming pail, amid the luminous blush of the polished tiles and the gold of the brass pans.