The sun was pouring in slanting rays through the blinds and there was something so joyous in the sight of it that she jumped out of bed and ran to the window.

She drew up the blinds and opened the window itself and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew in upon her.

The moor was blue and the whole world looked as if something Magic had happened to it.

There were tender little fluting sounds here and there and everywhere, as if scores of birds were beginning to tune up for a concert.

Mary put her hand out of the window and held it in the sun.
"It's warm--warm!" she said.