They had come upon a whole clump of crocuses burst into purple and orange and gold.

Mary bent her face down and kissed and kissed them.
"You never kiss a person in that way," she said when she lifted her head.

"Flowers are so different." He looked puzzled but smiled.
"Eh!" he said, "I've kissed mother many a time that way when I come in from th' moor after a day's roamin' an' she stood there at th' door in th' sun, lookin' so glad an' comfortable." They ran from one part of the garden to another and found so many wonders that they were obliged to remind themselves that they must whisper or speak low.

He showed her swelling leaf-buds on rose branches which had seemed dead.

He showed her ten thousand new green points pushing through the mould.