It comes with a new and fresh delight even to those to
whom this is an annual experience, and to those who never saw the
like before it gives, like the first sight of the sea or of a snowy
mountain, a sensation never to be forgotten. Fret, fatigue, anxiety,
sorrow all passed away like dreams in that sweet atmosphere. Carey,
like one of her children, absolutely forgot everything in the charm
and wonder of the scene, in the pure, delicate unimaginable odour of
the primroses, in debating with Allen whether (cockneys that they
were) it could be a nightingale "singing by day when every goose is
cackling," in listening to the marvellous note, only pausing to be
answered from further depths, in the beauty of the whole, and in the
individual charm of every flower, each heavily-laden arch of dark
blue-bells with their curling tips, so infinitely more graceful than
their pampered sister, the hyacinth of the window-glass, of each pure
delicate anemone she gathered, with its winged stem, of the smiling
primrose of that inimitable tint it only wears in its own woodland
nest; and when Allen lighted on a bed of wood-sorrel, with its
scarlet stems, lovely trefoil leaves, and purple striped blossoms
like insect's wings, she absolutely held her breath in an enthusiasm
of reverent admiration.
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