“There’s quite a bit of spring in the air to-night,” I told her. “You go out and smell it.” Rose never gets emotional about the seasons so she took no notice, but Topaz went to the door at once and flung it open. Then she threw her head back, opened her arms wide and took a giant breath. “It’s only a whiff of spring, not whole lungs full,” I said, but she was too rapt to listen.
