"And that reminds me, Mary, Dannie smelled spring in the air to-day." "Well, what if he did ?" questioned Mary.

"I can always smell it.

A little later, when the sap begins to run in all the trees, and the buds swell, and the ice breaks up, and the wild geese go over, I always scent spring; and when the catkins bloom, then it comes strong, and I just love it.

Spring is my happiest time.

I have more news, too!" "Don't spring so much at wance!" cried Jimmy, "you'll spoil my appetite." "I guess there's no danger," replied Mary.
"There is," said Jimmy.