"Just look at those violets and the way the leaves are bursting." "I know.

Great, isn't it?
Are you going anywhere ?" "No.

I've nowhere to go." "Same here.

Let's go together." And they both laughed, and the squirrel that had come to meet Joan darted off with a sour look.

He had anticipated a fat meal of peanuts.
He was out of it now, he saw, and muttered whatever was the squirrel equivalent for a swear-word.
The boy and girl took the path that ran round the outskirts of the wood, swung into step and chimed into the cantata of spring with talk and laughter.
There had been rather a long silence.
Joan was sitting with her back against the trunk of a fallen tree, with her hands clasped round her knees.