#maryfreeman

"In the first hot days of May this yard before Sam Maddox's house was a horror, passers-by turned aside; even the sweet spring air was contaminated to their fancy. In reality the air was honey-sweet." https://americanliterature.com/author/mary-e-wilkins-freeman/short-story/the-apple-tree

Mary Wilkins Freeman: "What makes that rose-bush blow so when their isn't any wind?" asked Rebecca, trembling with vague horror, yet resolute. https://americanliterature.com/author/mary-e-wilkins-freeman/short-story/the-wind-in-the-rose-bush

"The yard before Sam Maddox's house was a horror. The sight of the apple tree would serve as a solace to his very soul, and beauty and the hope of the resurrection would vanquish squalor and the despair of humanity." https://americanliterature.com/author/mary-e-wilkins-freeman/short-story/the-apple-tree

"He sat crouched, ready for the death-spring, as he had sat for hours. All times were as one to the Cat when he was in wait for prey. Then, too, he was under no constraint of human will, for he was living alone that winter." https://americanliterature.com/author/mary-e-wilkins-freeman/short-story/the-cat