"Don't you feel as if you had been made over new ?" "Everything is new in the spring," said Anne.

"Springs themselves are always so new, too.

No spring is ever just like any other spring.

It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

See how green the grass is around that little pond, and how the willow buds are bursting." "And exams are over and gone--the time of Convocation will come soon--next Wednesday.