by Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
It was snowing hard, as it had been for twenty-four hours. The evergreen trees hung low with the snow. Nicholas Gunn’s little house was almost hidden beneath it. The snow shelved out over the eaves, … Read the rest
It was snowing hard, as it had been for twenty-four hours. The evergreen trees hung low with the snow. Nicholas Gunn’s little house was almost hidden beneath it. The snow shelved out over the eaves, … Read the rest
“I don’t s’pose you air goin’ to do much Christmas over to your house.”
Mrs. Luther Ely stood looking over her gate. There was a sweet, hypocritical smile on her little thin red mouth. Her … Read the rest
THE hawthorn is dead, the rose-leaves have fled On the north wind over the sea: Now the petals will fall that are rarest of all, Sweetheart, from the Snowflake Tree. The Tree, it doth stand… Read the rest
In Acton there were two churches, a Congregational and a Baptist. They stood on opposite sides of the road, and the Baptist edifice was a little farther down than the other. On Sunday morning both … Read the rest
Two o’clock had been the hour set for the wedding. It was now four, and the bridegroom had not yet appeared. The relatives who had been bidden to the festivities had been waiting impatiently in … Read the rest
“I don’t care anything about goin’ to that Fourth of July picnic, ‘Liz’beth.”
“I wouldn’t say anything more about it, if I was you, Em’ly. I’d get ready an’ go.”
“I don’t really feel able … Read the rest
Out in front of the cemetery stood a white horse and a covered wagon. The horse was not tied, but she stood quite still, her four feet widely and ponderously planted, her meek white head … Read the rest
She was stooping over the great kitchen sink, washing the breakfast dishes. Under fostering circumstances, her slenderness of build might have resulted in delicacy or daintiness; now the harmony between strength and task had been … Read the rest
It was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning. There was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing and a … Read the rest
At half-past six o’clock a little company of people passed down the village street in the direction of the Lennox farm-house.
They passed in silence, stepping along the frozen ridges of the road. It was … Read the rest