Her wish was fulfilled at once.
The memory of those March days of 1848 is impressed on my soul in ineffaceable characters.

More beautiful weather I never knew.

It seemed as if May had taken the place of its stormy predecessor.

From the 13th the sun shone constantly from a cloudless sky, and on the 18th the fruit-trees in our garden were in full bloom.

Whoever was not kept in the house by duty or sickness was eager to be out.