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They can be cold, those nights in April, for spring comes timidly to / this little island of ours. I have seen children, like her, peep round / a door. There is laughter in their faces; it flows in a silver ripple, / quivering shyly on their lips. For one instant they look in on you and / then are gone. It is no good your calling. Nothing under Heaven will / induce them to come back. Perhaps the next morning at the very same / hour the door will open gently, you will see the sudden flash of eager / eyes, but never again that day. It were as well you gave up hope of it. / And so comes spring in such fashion to us here.
That very morning I had been sitting again in the Park. The sun was of / pure white silver in a sky of blue. There was that cool, faint sense / of chill about it, too, as when you see the flame of candles freshly / lit. The daffodils under the trees lifted high their yellow petals from / the grass to try and touch the warmth of it. Yet it only lasted for an / hour or two. I looked down at Dandy as a grey cloud sailed up above the / trees and hid the sun, and I saw a little wrinkle quiver swiftly up his / back.