She began to throw off her listlessness, and go about with me everywhere.

It was the season she enjoyed most--the time of the singing of birds, and the springing of delicate-scented flowers.
I myself never loved the beech-wood better than did our Muriel.

She used continually to tell us this was the happiest spring she had ever had in her life.
John was much occupied now.

He left his Norton Bury business under efficient care, and devoted himself almost wholly to the cloth-mill.
Early and late he was there.

Very often Muriel and I followed him, and spent whole mornings in the mill meadows.