![]() Life has conquered Death, and to the happy hearts in love with life there is joy in the victory. ![]() Who does not know the delightfulness of that first sitting out of doors after a long winter’s confinement? It seems like flinging the gauntlet down to the powers of cold. Katy and Clover Carr, sitting with their sewing on the door-steps, drew in with every breath the sense of spring. The wisterias overhead were thickly starred with pointed pearl-colored sacs, growing purpler with each hour, which would be flowers before long the hedges were quickening into life, the long pensile willow-boughs and the honey-locusts hung in a mist of fine green against the sky, and delicious smells came with every puff of wind from the bed of white violets under the parlor windows. ![]() ![]() The air was full of the chirps and twitters of nest-building birds, and of sweet indefinable odors from half-developed leaf-buds and cherry and pear blossoms. It was one of those afternoons in late April which are as mild and balmy as any June day. ![]()
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