"Yes," he observed. "Thomas and I have been bathed, I may say, in
nature."
He waved his hand.
"I saw Tommy bathing," said I.
Again the poet looked at me sharply.
"Did you--did you have any converse with the boy?" he asked.
"Only a little. He seemed to be thoroughly happy."
The poet smiled.
"Ah! the message of Spring is hope, and happiness, and life," he said,
"and Tommy is even now in Spring."