The Sunshine Of A Fair Spring Morning Fell Graciously On London
Town. Out In Piccadilly Its Heartening Warmth Seemed To Infuse
Into Traffic And Pedestrians Alike A Novel Jauntiness, So That
Bus Drivers Jested And Even The Lips Of Chauffeurs Uncurled Into
Not Unkindly Smiles. Policemen Whistled At Their Posts--Clerks,
On Their Way To Work; Beggars Approached The Task Of Trying To
Persuade Perfect Strangers To Bear The Burden Of Their
Maintenance With That Optimistic Vim Which Makes All The
Difference. It Was One Of Those Happy Mornings.
Town. Out In Piccadilly Its Heartening Warmth Seemed To Infuse
Into Traffic And Pedestrians Alike A Novel Jauntiness, So That
Bus Drivers Jested And Even The Lips Of Chauffeurs Uncurled Into
Not Unkindly Smiles. Policemen Whistled At Their Posts--Clerks,
On Their Way To Work; Beggars Approached The Task Of Trying To
Persuade Perfect Strangers To Bear The Burden Of Their
Maintenance With That Optimistic Vim Which Makes All The
Difference. It Was One Of Those Happy Mornings.
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