We shall be ready, shall we not, ladies ?" "Oh yes! We shall be ready," exclaimed Mimi and Phemie together.
They at once set to work, and for sixteen hours did not lay aside scissors or needle.
The next day was the first of May.

The Easter bells had rung in the resurrection of spring a few days before, and she had come eager and joyful.

She came, as the German ballad says, light-hearted as the young lover who is going to plant a maypole before the window of his betrothed.

She painted the sky blue, the trees green, and all things in bright colors.

She aroused the torpid sun, who was sleeping in his bed of mists, his head resting on the snow leaden clouds that served him as a pillow, and cried to him, "Hi! Hi! My friend, time is up, and I am here; quick to work.