What are you thinking about now ?" "I can't help thinking about what it will look like," he answered.
"The garden ?" asked Mary.
"The springtime," he said.

"I was thinking that I've really never seen it before.

I scarcely ever went out and when I did go I never looked at it.

I didn't even think about it." "I never saw it in India because there wasn't any," said Mary.
Shut in and morbid as his life had been, Colin had more imagination than she had and at least he had spent a good deal of time looking at wonderful books and pictures.
"That morning when you ran in and said 'It's come! It's come!', you made me feel quite queer.

It sounded as if things were coming with a great procession and big bursts and wafts of music.