I don't like murky skies, worn-out grass, skeleton hedge-rows, muddy lanes, lonesome sumacs and cold winds.

As for winter, lead me away from it.

I absolutely refuse to carry summer about in so useful an organ as my heart, when it's ten below zero and the water pipes are all frozen up." "That is because you have no sentiment," challenged Reddy.

Whereupon the divine power of song was at once swallowed up in a fresh burst of argument as futile as it was laughable.

It was ended by tactful Anne, who was always supremely useful when called upon to arbitrate such important matters.