The Leanover.

A man in a large green van said, "I've been waiting all winter to see that," while clapping his hands and with his head out the window as his friend turned the corner. After a dead, long, grim winter, the balmy mid-fifties of yesterday eased my nerves. Responsibilities could be forgotten because the sky, the blue, was perfect. More of those things happened during the day and I wondered, rather, knew the feelings were not genuine. I assume the carnal male nature combined with the narcotic depression that was November until THIS VERY MOMENT would make any female seem desirable. I can't account for their tastes, but I wouldn't imagine girlish pigtails and angular glasses among their favorites.