The house was alive with soft, quick steps and running voices.

The green baize door that led to the kitchen regions swung open and shut with a muffled thud.

And now there came a long, chuckling absurd sound.

It was the heavy piano being moved on its stiff castors.

But the air! If you stopped to notice, was the air always like this?
Little faint winds were playing chase, in at the tops of the windows, out at the doors.