I want to take myself over," laughed Elmira, and ran into the house before a flurry of wind.
That morning the wind was quite high, and though it was soft and warm, was hard to breast on a ten-mile stretch.

Elmira's strength was mostly of nerve, and she had little staying power of muscle.

Before she had walked three miles on the road to Granby she felt as if she were wading deeper and deeper against a mightier current of spring; the scent of the young blossoms suffocated her with sweet heaviness; the birds' songs rang wearily in her ears.

She sat down on the stone wall to rest a few moments, panting softly.

She laid her parcel of silk on the wall beside her and folded her hands in her lap.