But it is a good fluency, a rich fluency.

To me it is irresistible--like a spring freshet, like the sap rushing madly through all the veins of spring." "Ah, you feel it ?--you feel it like that, Mary?
I feel it so myself; I riot in it." "It will have no sense of effort--it is vital.

I hope we shall be able to keep it up." "Why not, O Cassandra ?" She stood with one hand on the back of Mary's chair, and looked up into the tree.
"The book should have been written in spring," she went on.

"I feel the spring in my blood.

Why should I, Mary, now when it is full summer, and the trees are dark ?" "I don't know, unless that you were so busy in spring that you had not time to enjoy it.