I concluded from the weather, how springy everything felt and looked and sounded!  That chill the follows every bright day in March was now filling the air, which was very still; the sun was sinking into a maze of grey mists, which he turned to yellow as he vanished into them; here and there in backyards brown smoke from spring bonfires was slowly and motionlessly rising into the air; only a few patches of snow were visible. Shouts of boys probably at marbles filled the air; a train roared away somewhere; suddenly robin called for his mate - a cry that was music after a long winter -, as I listened to his shrill cry, I thought to myself that altho I had seen and heard many robins still I had heard none sing yet. As if in answer to this thought, a robin began to sing from afar - it was very indistinct but sounded sweet to the ear; presently he stopped and however hard I listened, I heard him no more. I had an inexplicable yearning to do something - to run outdoors and embrace all these sights and sounds, and become a part of them.
     After supper we made a visit to Fay Ingrams and played cards until late. After we left there, we “car-