An Easter Pilgrimage The thirteen weeks between Christmas and Easter dragged much more slowly than those of the autumn term.

The weather was cold and variable.

As fast as Spring stirred in the earth, Winter seemed to stretch forth chilly fingers to check her advent.

Nature, like a careful mother, kept the buds tightly folded on the trees and the yellow daffodil blossoms securely hidden under their green casement curtains.

Only the most foolhardy birds ventured to begin building operations.