"Spring is singing in my blood today, and the lure of April is abroad on the air.
I'm seeing visions and dreaming dreams, Pris.

That's because the wind is from the west.

I do love the west wind.

It sings of hope and gladness, doesn't it?
When the east wind blows I always think of sorrowful rain on the eaves and sad waves on a gray shore.

When I get old I shall have rheumatism when the wind is east." "And isn't it jolly when you discard furs and winter garments for the first time and sally forth, like this, in spring attire ?" laughed Priscilla.