Flossy was not steady enough to be trusted with the reins, but Ruth Turner was as careful a driver as need be; though Susy laughed because she held the reins in both hands, and looked so terrified.
She said it did no good to talk with Ruth when she was driving; she never heard a word, for she was always watching to see if a carriage was coming, and talking to herself, to make sure she remembered which was her right hand, so she could "turn to the right, as the law directs." Prudy enjoyed the out-of-doors world once more, and felt like a bird let out of a cage.

And so did Susy, for she thought she had had a dull season of it, and fully agreed with Prudy, who spoke of it as the "slow winter." But now it was the quick spring, the live spring.

The brooks began to gossip; the birds poured out their hearts in song, and the dumb trees expressed their joy in leaves.
"The bobolink, on the mullein-stalk, Would rattle away like a sweet girl's talk." The frogs took severe colds, but gave concerts a little way out of the city every evening.

The little flowers peeped up from their beds, as Norah said, "like babies asking to be took;" and Susy took them; whenever she could find them, you may be sure, and looked joyfully into their faces.

She could almost say,-- "And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes." She said, "I don't suppose they know much, but _perhaps_ they know enough to have a good time: who knows ?" Susy took long walks to Westbrook, and farther, coming home tired out, but loaded with precious flowers.