To say the song sung by a young girl is sweet is not a hackneyed cliche. It is a perfect description lasting forever and ever.
Something sweet hanging in the air, the atmosphere, the very mood and modality of Adair’s Nebraska farm, into the warm, cozy, and yet solemn– and yet morose– hanging in time, with a friendly, encouraging, “Hang in there!”,as if to say, in an unforgettable way, Sweetness belongs in the air, an inherent right of all who breathe.
Puff and Billy did breathe, took in Adair’s sweetness, and rejoiced. Honestly, it is no anthropomorphism to say Puff and Billy relaxed, and smiled. Smiled the sweetest smiles; as Adair’s backup band, they were as glad, or more glad, than Lady Day’s when she…
Spam of Human Affection 
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