Mrs. Sparrow
Crocus
Mary
Pussy Willow
Fern
Violet
Children
Mr. Sparrow. There! I’m glad enough to see the last of that snow. Chirp, chirp! Did you notice, my dear Mrs. Sparrow, how quickly it melted at the last?
Mrs. Sparrow. Yes, it seemed in a great hurry to go. It did the same thing last year when the warm days came.
Mr. Sparrow. Yes, yes, it always does—and don’t you know why? How could the little worms and green things come up out of the ground if the snow stayed all summer long? And then what should we do for good things to eat?