"I think it is warm enough," she said; and Lucina assented with tempered delight.
It was a very warm afternoon.

Spring had taken, as she will sometimes do in May, being apparently weary of slow advances, a sudden flight into summer, with a wild bursting of buds and a great clamor of wings and songs.
Miss Camilla got a yellow Canton crepe shawl, that was redolent of sandalwood, out of a closet, but she did not put it over her shoulders, the outdoor air was so soft.

She needed nothing but her lace mantle over her head, which made her look like a bride of some old spring.

Lucina followed her through the hall, out of the back door, which had a trellis and a grape-vine over it, into the garden.
The garden was large, and laid out primly in box-bordered beds.

There were even trees of box on certain corners, and it looked as if the box would in time quite choke out the flowers.