The mere thought reminds me that I'm starving.

Is there any tidbit in the pantry, Queen Anne ?" "I made a lemon pie this morning.

You may have a piece of it." Phil dashed out to the pantry and Anne betook herself to the orchard in company with Rusty.

It was a moist, pleasantly-odorous night in early spring.

The snow was not quite all gone from the park; a little dingy bank of it yet lay under the pines of the harbor road, screened from the influence of April suns.