a mystic dance

No Northern forest, rude and gloomy with pines, stood stiffly and unsympathizingly watching the graceful water, but cheerful groves and delicate coppices opened in vistas where level sunlight streamed, and barred the river with light, between belts of lightsome shadow.

The housework was done in a twinkling.

Some were worth it, but many buttons remained unpushed after the first eager unwrapping.